Come Quickly

Before the mountains

Quake and fall away,

And rivers dry, or

Turn to scattered clay,

Could I live to see the day

                        Come Quickly!

 

Before the headstrong

Drown themselves in blood

And armies fall, or

Choke in lakes of mud,

When all is lost in fire and flood

                        Come Quickly!

 

Before the hopeful few

Are sick at heart

And die forlorn, or

Torn from soul apart,

Unknowing when to stop or start

                        Come Quickly!

 

Before the hunter’s

Stopped and overawed

And comes to take the foolish

At their word,

Could I redeem myself, Oh Lord

                        Come Quickly!

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

A very touching write from you, David. This is the first time I read you put the "Lord" in your poetry, and it is amazing for me. The poem is profound is its expectations of the end of this life, in whatever manner, and expresses a human plea (for help) before the inevitable end does come. I like your use of the word "quickly" as it presents an urgency, a do-or-die appeal, and a tinge of hope and faith in the last Bastion of redemption.