Roil
the oceans, folding ages,
The
deep and heights clash and heave;
Rock
the mountains to sink and melt,
The
elements burn, and earth is ended.
Rush
this filthy, finite world
To
doom, to the final day of the Lord;
Raise
no hope for the planet of here,
Impatient
to die in noisy darkness.
Race
ahead to a languid heaven,
Renewed
by God, with never a night;
Run
from destruction, toward your strength,
From
gales of wrath, to gates of glory.
- J. Randal Matheny edits
and writes UPLift, an inspirational ezine. He
may be contacted here: <http://randalmathenycom/>. When reprinting this
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