Something’s In The Air

Can you sense something in the air?
That the day of the Lord draws near?
With Israel restored to the patriarchal root,
as the day of the Gentile wanes…
No, you say?
The Word of God is what?
Disdained? Untrue?

Oh, dear man… woman…
Do not fall prey to the years and times,
when you heard he was either here or there –
would soon come again but that day passed,
with no sign of His coming – the supposed seers long dead.
Rather, we should pray for one last revival,
lifting up of the name of Christ,
with reverence and awe,
for God is patient, long-suffering.
He is hardly anxious to bring this world to an end
for He knows the reality of what lies beyond.

Can you sense something in the air?
If not, I fear – not for myself –
but for you, my friends,
that in a twinkling of an eye,
upon a Loving Father’s eternal command,
Christ shall return as he left –
in the air –
and demand a sober, final accounting of His creation.

That is his right you know.
In either justice or mercy… we…
standing either left or right of His glorious seat,
His pronouncement made,
our end complete…
His name shall be glorified,
Listen, oh friends, give ear!
Can’t you sense it? Feel it?
Something’s in the air.

Millpond Ink Poetry, 2016 (edited, May 2022)