Diana Jackson Poet I do not know?

Foreboding Times

There is a rumbling and a rustling
Tummults are swelling

There is a stench of it coming from the ground
Beneath it is smoldering and bubbling and gurgling.

There is a change coming
Not sure what it entails

I hear many things from many peoples
No one is certain, yet certain it is not good.


Earthquakes, Storms, Atrocities, profanities
Innocent loss, insecurities increase, 

Looking for hope, watching for magic
Believing in what seems to be good

Deluded by what we hear thinking the answer is near
Sinking deeper, falling short, 

Clouds are coming nearer, 
Denseness penetrates our hearts

Listen to the sound of it, read between the lines of it.
Prepare, be aware,  keeping a close eye



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Joseph Spence Sr September 6, 2009 at 6:17 AM The recent raging fires in California are good indications of this. Now they are seeking to find the perpetrators who set the blaze. One must be aware of what's taking place. Great job! ~Joseph