even if the street corner prophets are having a field day
(an easy call after all)
now everything we've known
is being ripped away from us
and taking us with it
so a New Age is dawning
so the veil will finally part
and gods and mortals will have
direct content again
and what of it?
human nature is still the same
the same struggles will prevail
even as the fallen try dragging
the rest of us into oblivion with them
the enlightened will still
have to grapple with ego and pride
and be extra cautious about their orientation
the past is loved
the past is cherished
the past is every thing we've known
through all our ages
but the past was also a sin and a shame
good riddance to it
it was gone an instant after it happened
and we've lived entire lifetimes in its afterglow
now in the chaos and transformation of this
cosmic shift in creation
we will huddle together against the faithless hordes
who'd follow the last rolling coin over the cliff edge
falling into the Abyss that will wear the face
of all they've desired
and subsuming them into the perdition of their consequences
no one's in the clear as long as they are in flesh
no one's home safe until they've traversed the last raging roiling
surges of process and transformation
beware of your beliefs
anything you could imagine isn't it
and who
enlightened or not
has the strength to face the Reality
of the Ineffable Void?
no "I told you so"s
crank and prophet
good heart and evil m ind alike
will face the winnowing
the time has finally come
God (if God isn't the cold merciless force
we despair of) help us all
*
I climb off the soapbox
lovers still ignore the ranting
and walk arm in arm
until the brilliant Autumn leaves
families still saunter down the street
king of the castle pa and houseproud ma
hectored by their children for treats
intervening in the children's rivalries
(the little brother pushing his sister
while sister retaliates with a punch
and brother responds by squeezing the eyes of his sister
I almost burst out laughing
the Three Stooges endure!)
while cops on patrol pause to talk
to hot pretty little 'thangs'
who just love a universe
the night mild for November
and I realize Jesus was right
everything will go on as always
until the fateful apocalyptic moment
when reckoning falls
like the last leaves and branches of the tree
blown down by the howling wind...
*
peace to those who have died
who have already been released from this
mortal coil and were spared
this hell
this phase change
in the mere world
*
we are all together all alone
each of us one
all of us each of the other
whether pride (the only sin)
likes it or not
*
why ask what's next?
it's already here isn't it?
*
we cry to heaven
"Oh Infinite One help us"
and the heavens reply
"eh?"
*
hardship on hardship
beyond what we can endure
this is how the One exacts the price
this is how the One "saves" us
*
the bitterness of this beautiful planet
which we transform into this ugly hell
is to realize grace does not
supersede karma
that consequence plays out
to its sorrowful end
that (somehow) love and forgiveness
lies in this judgment
*
the last war will be the souls
who flee to the embrace of the Almighty
tangling with the lovers of matter
who will cling to the disappearing reality
of the conditional creation
that's Armageddon
that's the Reunification
that time no one may know
*
hold me my love
I'm as beaten and frightened as you
as we all are now
but if God truly is Love
if this change of world
is the step nearer to release
then let God save us through our embrace
the simplest truest Love
and Grace suffusing each aspect
of our faithfulness to each other
and through us to all other souls
if God is truly Love
then my only lover
hold me as I hold you
through this last night breaking on the dawn
* * *
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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