in a funk

i’m sitting here feeling funk

my limitations are beyond overcoming

i reside inside my mind

and barricade myself within

salt spray

from billowing ocean waves

rolling with immense strength

by tormented arctic winds

from high above

from the chill

of the dome of empty space

inset with our nearest star

from its fervent heat

that melts the cold

of far below

of the creatures there

living in the depths

within the salt dissolved

to foam and clean

of oceans

once truly pristine

below the reflecting sky

that shines on my eyes

inspires my soul

it sprays my tired face

i know the lies

the pillage and rape of earth

the dessicration

contamination

it penetrates

in the face

horrifies the senses

the radiation

hiding in its polluting stream

invisible

leaking

dumped relentlessly

into the deep

in the currents

on the shores

of continents

islands

shores and inland streams

who but cannot weep?

inutterable grief

the dust of snow

fluffy and cold

falls by gravity’s hold

from the starry sky

tarnished too

not immune of harm

i’m sitting here feeling funk

my limitations are beyond overcoming

i reside inside my mind

and barricade myself within

can’t keep up with the decending calamites

befalling earth

the burning grass and trees of earth

look what they're doing

to our earth

we wrestle against principalities

spirits evil

surrounding earth's atmosphere

guiding human hands

to do the same

look what they've done

they've done it since the fall

their deeds

shouting from the rooftops

plain to see

while the world's comfortable

the progeny of those

descended from those

who had the greater light

who sang salvation's song

are deep in sleep

the trumpets sound

the bowls are set to empty

don’t let fukushima

nor chernobyl

the black goo

the microwaves of 5G

the aluminum oxide

strontium and things that hide

like cern below europe's ground

spinning to oblivion

churning strangelets

calling up the dead

from apollyon's bottomless pit

don't let them make your heart to fail

the plethora of calamaties

and growing each day,

don't let them,

can't let them

overtake our minds

to ruin what’s left

keep the promise of his return

his second coming to correct

he made it all

keep the truth

not the lie that extorts

purports to know

that we be descendents of evolution

wicked beguiling hypnotic lie

boasting in what is unscientific rubbish

which i have long ago wearied

of any further perusal

i am weary of apologetics

i am rested in the truth

that Father

our creator made all things by his word

in his image

set it right

we'll see the tyrants

squirm and shake

in fear by his light

by his truth

in shame

at the sight

of the lion

of the tribe

of judah

no longer hanging on a cross

but a mighty king

in the clouds returning

at the battle or armageddon

on a majestic horse

brilliant white dazzling light

on his thigh written

wondrous things

his sword

his word

proclaiming

bringing to our blessed earth

recompense for those

who would destroy

even what little there be left

holy spirit,

i wish

i pray

i fret

i despair

i don’t want it to get worse

but i know it will

before the king of kings returns

hoary frost clean and bright

by midday sun or moonlight

white and fluffy

far away from polluted cities

but still it’s closing in

the sky will peel back like a scroll

the elements themselves will melt

with a fervent heat

he comes with myriad angels

before the earth is fully destroyed

and no one is left alive

look up

your redemption draws near

i’m sitting here feeling funk

my limitations are beyond overcoming

i reside inside my mind

and barricade myself within

can’t keep up with the decending calamites

befalling earth

even so

come quickly Lord Jesus!