Ominous clouds of utter blackness, Billowing in their ranks, March across the low horizon Like artillery, soldiers, tanks. They move in angry opposition With malice thru and thru Against the sky’s content condition Of golden, gilded blue. And those who watch the signals See signs from up on high, Painted in prophetic vision Across a divided sky.
Thanksgiving morning found me, Before the crack of dawn, Fixing a simple breakfast Before the day wore on. I sprinkled in my Cheerios, Then poured the milk, but wait— The stamp upon the jug, I saw, Was six days out of date!
Boom! Boom! The cannons echo; around you lays the gore, Carnage left by countless battles in this eternal war. All who have ever lived, have been enlisted in this fight— The fight of good and evil, the fight of wrong and right. Both sides call you to join their ranks, but choose most carefully, For what you choose will chart your course for all eternity.
I do always remember Him— At work and play, home and gym I do always remember Him— Deliberate, consistent, not on a whim I do always remember Him— Now and still when eyes grow dim I do always remember Him— My heart, all pride, I strive to trim I do always remember Him!
Out of the darkness comes the sound— A scraping and gnawing and scurrying around. Damage and destruction is all he makes, He never gives but always takes. In the shadows and corners he will hide, A tiny field mouse that snuck inside.
Around my heart with anger, I built a hardened shell; And planted thorns of bitterness to further guard it well. Then sat in smug depression as the persons passing by, Unable to ever reach me, no longer stopped to try.