A quake survivor gets quite apocalyptic in his reactions.
A real apocalypse may come as something of an anti-climax.
Whatever way the era’s set to end,
a further quake could easily preempt all that.
You develop a constant sense of overhang;
The literal is as much on the cards as the metaphoric.
It might be a mercy, to judge by the prophecies.
As long as it’s quick. You don’t want to be trapped
underneath all that rubble, awaiting the inevitable.
Besides, I mightn’t survive the Tribulation
with my soul intact. Better to take me
in the state of grace, not as a total test-failure.
To lose a great deal of your interest
because of seismic shifts is one thing;
to lose your immortal soul
because of the reign of the Beast,
is quite another.
The new earth may be a real draw-card,
but you might have to settle for the old heaven instead,
and predecease the Last Day –
only resurrection seems to require prior crucifixion.
Oh well. you might get that with the Church,
the way it’s all shaping up.
LIVING ON THE FAULT LINE
(Crusader Will Reflects En Passant)
What we’ve known for years will happen,
Happens. We take note, take stock,
Take some sort of action; survive to tell the tale.
The wagons of apocalypse trundle on down the track.
We try to keep our train of thought on the level
As we rail against the movers and shakers:
Not get too upset, not go right off the line.
It’s early days still. I live in a country
That’s sinking deeper and deeper into the mire,
But most of God’s people haven’t noticed a thing.
It’s only a Remnant who prays for the rest
That don’t even know the power of prayer.
To the whole house juddering around my bed.
It’s an object lesson. It’s then you make your move,
Or sit on the edge of the mattress, ride it out,
And wish you’d been better prepared.