The Day Is Near

What can be said

that has not been said before?

facts change,

words rearrange,

details differ,

but at the end of the day

there is nothing new under the sun,

we are still just a heartbeat away

from forever,

we are still only a mixture

of vanity and vexation;

this life fades like morning dew,

evaporating into vapor,

forever lost,

eternally gone;

all the dreams and fantasies,

all the longing and sadness,

all the hopes and fears,

remain the same,

in spite of toys and technologies,

despite self imposed dignity,

as we continue to anesthetize and tranquilize

feelings and thoughts,

with pompous litanies of monumental self-worth

and maniacal delusions of grandeur;

seek that which cannot be lost,

search for truth and light,

find the way

in world without hope,

accept the gift

given without a price,

paid for by the only One

who could pay the cost;

He to whom all glory is given,

He who is the King of us all;

I am waiting,

I am ready,

the time is coming,

the day is near;

do not weep for the darkness,

it passes like the night,

fleeing without sound or sorrow,

leaving neither fear nor reservation,

filling the void with the terribleness

of its forsaken sadness and tears,

holding on,

waiting for the dawn;

just one more time,

just one more dream,

just one more step,

just one more breath;

just one more chance;

please,

just one more;

and I am waiting,

I am ready,

the time is coming,

the day is near.

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