This world is slated for destruction. Our intended home is in heaven. This poem paints a dark picture of this world and points us to that “languid heaven” where God reigns.

ROIL THE OCEANS
by J. Randal Matheny © 2011

Roil the oceans, folding ages,
The deep and heights clash and heave;
Rock the mountains to sink and melt,
The elements burn, and earth is ended.

Rush this filthy, finite world
To doom, to the final day of the Lord;
Raise no hope for the planet of here,
Impatient to die in noisy darkness.

Race ahead to a languid heaven,
Renewed by God, with never a night;
Run from destruction, toward your strength,
From gales of wrath, to gates of glory.

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May you be blessed today in your focus on offworld concerns.