Today

Rumbles of the apocalypse tumble as tremors

into minds dipped in doomsday sauce,

they hear the thunder of cataclysm cacophony

arise from the words of Mayan seers,

Nostradamus and a cornucopia of other collections

who have predicted a finis for the earth.

 

Even the scriptures resound with prophetic voices

about the eventual end of our libations and liberty

to be written in ashen hell and a river of blood.

 

But all the sages who declared demise

have yet to succeed in flipping the world’s switch,

still we get their warning preserved for our eyes

about our fated rendezvous with catastrophe.

 

Ever do minds probe for those whirlwind signs

the emblems of holocaust yet to be.

Carefully they strip away every layer of mystery,

because underneath has to be disaster

merely waiting its time to erupt

and make the world a graveyard.

 

How the heart grows so weary

from all the constant array of predictions

where none ever come true

Added are the variables of cosmic plots,

aliens lurking out there and waiting to eat your brains.

 

It becomes as circus of eschatology chaos,

only occupied by way to many screaming clowns

all ready to take credit and boast forever

should their given warning end up true.

 

Meanwhile all we have is today

to live it as own only allowance,

for the one of faith

that means to do as Paul commanded and stand firm.

 

In due season the Lord will set in motion

the cycle of the tribulation,

but what witness are we to His truth

if we don’t remain in trust

as pillars of calm during the gales of speculation?

 

Steadfast hearts embrace His word

know in time it will come to past,

until then we honor Him

only when we remain at our calling,

without wandering in a whoa is me panic,

ever obedient to where He placed us in life,