Day 21 – “it’s the end of the world.” I actually think about this a lot. Call me paranoid, but I want to be ready for it. Is my heart in the right place for when Jesus comes back? Do I deserve that “well done, good and faithful servant?”
Another note – I’ve been feeling the quality of my poetry slowly degrade this month. Not having enough time to actually sit down and immerse myself in it is starting to show. Recently I’ve just been saying, “Well, this piece is trash, I hate it, but it’s for escapril, so I have to let the world see my crappy art.”
Five Minutes –
Chaos, sirens, screams.
All the things you didn’t believe
Would come to pass, are passing
Five minutes ago you were laughing
Over something I said,
And now the streets are slathered in red –
And we weren’t painting the town.
I hope you know what I’m meaning
When I say things that come off unseemly
I just want to remind you
That you won’t always have me beside you
When gravity stops working
When the earth stops turning
This subject makes you uncomfortable,
But that doesn’t prevent the inevitable.
The point is to make you unsteady
And think, “If it’s in five minutes, am I ready?”