End of the Age: A Sacred Poem
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
Trans Solar World Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
End of the Age
“I am with you ‘til the end of the age,”
Though endless around hostilities rage,
No straw for a bed, no ladle to drink
—On these good words is it soothing to think.
The age: how can it be but one of strife,
Inimical to the author of Life?
All black hearts resisting what strains to be,
Visiting…