ForeverA Poem by Jeff BreseeThere shall be weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth“There shall be weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth”, I’d read it and read it again. And I’d heard of it preached from all pulpits the same, warning me of the crisis I’m in.
So, I pondered and tried to create in my mind - a world filled with flames without end, and I wondered if it were some actual place to where God the malefactors will send?
But my mind couldn’t grasp it. My heart turned away. Something deep from inside told me no. Yet I had to admit there was something I sensed, to where if I changed not, I must go.
So, I asked myself, “What could it be that would cause lamentation as scripture portrays?” Then I shook at the thought when a scene filled my mind of a life lived without end of days.
Twas a world much like ours, but more beautiful there, not the world I’d been told I should fear. Yet of those who dwelt there, looking into their eyes, in an instant the torment is clear.
Eyes unlike any else I had ever beheld, void of light and of color- dark taupe. Eyes that once shined with beauty and sparkled with life, were now windows to souls without hope.
“What could cause such despair?” “Which great pain do they bare?” “It’s not burning, nor torture, nor chains.” So, I knelt down to pray, and my heart sunk to hear what the Spirit began to explain.
“The flames without end are not those to be seen, but those which do burn deep inside.” “The torment you see in the eyes of the damned is the eternal regret of their pride.”
“Though they dwell in this world filled with beauty and peace, nothing found here upon cools their minds, which burns with the memory of family above, and a Father so loving and kind.”
“Regret is their hell, for they know full and well what they otherwise might have received.” “Now eons pass by and eternity looms without hope of the slightest reprieve.”
So, I write this to urge you - soften your heart, and allow your once deaf ears to hear. For now is the day wherein we must all work. and this long night of darkness… so near. © 2024 Jeff Bresee |
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Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 StatsAuthorJeff BreseeDallas, TXAboutI love to write poetry and then turn it into songs. I am a singer/songwriter for Weathered Pages, a Fort Worth, Texas based music charity. Check us out on Apple Music, Spotify, I Heart Radio, Pandora.. more..Writing
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