Dreaming of the End

Dreaming of the End


I had a dream

Standing in a room

Nothing extraordinary

But many doors

Many windows

All with deadbolts.

There was an urging

“Pay attention, now.

All these are going to

Shut, close, lock

In an eye’s twinkling.*

Can’t you feel it?

Have I not always spoken truth?”

I stood in one place

Breathless

Knowing that it was true

Knowing that it was coming.

And surenuff

They all went off

Bang, snap, click.

I was elated.

Of course He was right!

And then another whisper,

“Just so, Doug,

Shall be the Coming of my Son.

Tell them, tell yourself

While things remain open.

Tell them.”



(* 1 Corinthians 15: 52)

The whole point of the poem was His "twinkling of an eye" Second Coming (1 Corinthians 15). Period.

Understood eye twinkled the wrong "I" in reading.