The Hour of God Begins

Sept. 26, 2010

What if two angels drifting down

Alighted in this sleepy town

Where all seemed calm as a windless day,

The hedges clipped, the grasses mown.

And what if they, curious now

To understand the why and how

Of life and death in this great play,

Saw the frightful undertow

Searing hated and genocide

The greed in which we take such pride,

And arrogant mind’s vain display,

Blind to the advent of the Bride.

Yet one who cares allows us leave

To believe in Him or disbelieve

While dressed in cloaks of black and gray,

In empty houses widows grieve,

The relentless violence and deceit

And the sound of terror’s marching feet?

If called to report what might they say

To one who sits in Heaven’s seat

And knowing all allows our sins

Waiting til the ego thins

And the evil in us washed away

As the Hour of God begins.