As I was gazing out earlier today at the dying grass, the brown leaves that were falling prematurely, and the overall feeling of heaviness in the thick, humid and hot air; I was reminded of a poem I wrote as a teenager. I no longer have a copy of it, only in my brain. I was a very depressed individual at the time, and heavily involved in eating disorders. But as I look around at the death around me, and all of the signs and symptoms of the coming of Christ, this poem came to my mind. I can honestly say that I haven’t thought of this poem in years..many years.
Now, when you see the words “The End..” it means the end of life as we know it in this world…not the end of the world, but the end of the world of flesh that we are accustomed to. And for those who don’t know Christ…the end of life and an eternity of eternal death.
Maybe this poem, in a sense, was prophetic as I reflect now upon it. What do you think? I wrote hundreds of poems throughout my teenaged years, and even now…and not one of them is in my memories, except for those I still have. I don’t have this one, as I’ve said, but it has remained in my spirit.
Categories: My Songs/Poems