The Awaited One

A poem based on a dream I had on the second coming of God.

The Sky burns in lilac flames

And the Earth inhales the dying ashes

The ground splattered with crimson hatred

The fumes of crime engulf the inhabitants,

As they await the  showers from above

To cool away the wounds with love

To bandage the lost with hope.

 

The Sky opens with a fanfare

To the Holy One ascending from above

The Earth heaves a sigh of relief

The clouds tear up with joy

And the world beholds the Awaited One

The promise thus fulfilled.