The End of Days
If it arrives
will it be reduced to a ‘not quite’?
We wait knowing we must miss it
in order to see it.
Maybe the 'End of Days'
will be like a tomorrow,
that turns up much later than we thought?
While we wait
we might as well paint hallelujahs on the ceiling
as well as on the bottom of a coffin lid,
or doodle question marks on blank walls.
The probability of all being well
both in heaven and hell are slim.
Is the End of Days’ a postscript
or a prologue?
It was not clearly forecast
at the beginning of the days.
The ancient scribe of all this
expired at the end of his days.
He should have spoken more clearly,
his fault
not our fault at all really.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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