The clock ticks, all is silent… another night’s sleep has gone. I open my eyes, stand up for one more day. I’ve had strange sensations lately, not for anything wrong I might have done; it’s more about a real answer I beg for… my God… are we the last smiles before the end?
The sky is white, no storm on the horizon… for the moment…? How come that two months seem two years…? I begin to dream where I can find the way out… Instead I’m here, the clock still ticking… History goes on, another display of surface kindness, frenzy, poison for the mind, temptations, and more garbage for a stuck mankind. Are we sure that God is dead?
Watch the ancient nightmare, the mysterious someone we are opening way to, who comes to rule, and not to be our friend. Bad news here, bad luck there… His signature. I wish I didn’t have to endure this dreadful time, the “logic” to let go and “hope”. But I can’t deny we’ve gone too far. Ticks the clock, ready I’m getting… my dreams more than ever alive. They promise a joyful explosion, as long as I’ll stand firm on the way that will turn the never into forever.
By His Force I’ll stand for God, I know He will win over the lie of the beginning. Please Father, have Mercy, that we may see Your Way. And lead us into Salvation. Metal hearts are never hearts of stone, and, while the clock still ticks, they can still be shaped as Your Warriors.
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“O death, where is your victory?” 1 Corinthians 15:55