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Last Day
Are we living in the last generation?
Predicted for centuries, perhaps the end is finally
upon us.
Will you and I be witness to the long anticipated end
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I fear this Earth may not "go gently"...
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George Inness
19th Century Masterpiece Art Prints
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For centuries, and throughout many cultures, wise men, shamans, and prophets
have tried to foretell the coming of the end.
The Bible, in Thessalonians I says, "...After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever."
Matthew, in Chapter 24, warns that we cannot predict the time - it could happen
in the blink of an eye, "No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father".
No one can foretell the day, but perhaps we can imagine it....
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Ahhhh.....
A sound
So low
Feeling rather than hearing.
Invisible fingers lift strands of hair.
Heart beats hard and steady.
Moaning louder.....
Leaves chatter along the ground
Grasses stir and swirl
First close, then away
A sea of geese take wing
And stumble in the air.
Slow, but hard my heart still beats.
The air so full...and wrong
Now loud and crashing sound surrounds
With earth trash, grass and limbs.
Something brown and gray and soft below my feet
Then gone.
Adrenaline screams and veins turn cold
Aching, shaking guttural moans.
Earth quaking, jarring, body screaming
Clouds shred and crash and tear apart
Air ... strangely thin yet raging, frenzied, screaming.
Pressed by stinging rocks and dirt and leaves
Cowering
Tears streaming, wrenching sobs torn loose
By swirling tides of dirt choked air
Falling, flailing, frightened trapped
Black thoughts as death rides near.
She dies.
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