by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem by copyright)
No more dreading
to leave your bed.
Each day a journey...
"What lies ahead?"
No need the question:
"How do you feel?"
Gone migraine throbbings
non-relieved by pills.
Anxiety for life's necessities?
A faint remembrance
of a loathsome disease.
Wars--train rides
Express to Death?
Now
bereft
Graveyards
as survivors
welcome back the dead
to a
Peaceful New Earth.
Reasons for deep sorrow:
Removed...
Since chosen?
God's Right to Rule.
Natural disasters
leaving havoc behind?
“Hush! Be quiet!”
The words
that spring to mind
as Jesus
Son of God
stilled
the raging wind.
The Future?
Glorious!
Just when
Do We Begin?
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