Friday, June 30, 2006
End of Days
© 2009 Rick Lee
If the radiance of a thousand suns
Were to burst at once into the sky
That would be like the splendor of the Mighty one ...
I am become Death,
The shatterer of Worlds. - Bhagavad-Gita
The sunset's king recesses down the sky
To kiss the land and bid goodnight the day,
But does not dwell upon the by and by:
His glance will someday boil the seas away.
What blessings that his light on earth bestows
Are bought and paid with incandescent time
As star-stuff burns–and when the big one blows
A fierce deep-throated closing bell will chime.
From long before the ancient dawn of man
Where frigid eons kept the heavens' keys,
Apocalypse on God's installment plan:
The end of days glows just beyond those trees.
© 2006 Jeffrey Hull