Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Apocalypse

lpyDavid King
Religion 371
4/23/08
Times End
At first glance,
Time is such a wonderful thing.
Taking tragedies and pain,
Occurring throughout life
Burying them deep and far
Into the depth of the past.
Recovery, growth, enlightenment.
But at what cost to us
Does time bring in exchange?
We lay here blind to the fact
That we’re speeding
100 miles an hour into the dark
Completely blind to the future.
As time heals it also breaks down
Running out of gas, nothing in sight.
It disorients us to once vivid thoughts
Lost in the wilderness and no way back.
The great mystery of what happens
When the time is up.
Cliffs all around, the brakes are out.
The bridge crumbles
Between two mountaintops
Careening into an abyss
With fire all around
Blinding terror
Fills into our heads.
The nervous fear of judgment
Weighing our souls,
Probing our minds.
Tumbling downwards,
Everything slows down.
Experiences, decisions, actions
Disassemble piece by piece.
Until nothing is left
But an empty shell.
Then transformation occurs
The broken pieces restructure
Into a hearty summation
Of an entire life.
The good and the bad
But then so suddenly, the suspense is up,
The terror is gone.
A new being exists,
Where the old shell once sat.
Clarity sinks in. Life is beautiful.
But then, out of nowhere, it carries us back
Into the dark, lost and confused.
But for the perceptive, there is a bright spot
Where they sit and wait.
For time to carry them home.
Into a new existence
Of understanding and peace.
So time is a strange thing.
That is both a gift and a curse
But in reality, time is merely a medium
In which we all travel.
Closer to our eternity,
What ever it may be.
Reliving our life
Closer to our judgment.
No favorites or special treatment.
5 billion class C travelers.
Careening through existence
The only difference
Is this terrifying journey,
Is in your head.
You finally hit the bottom
Of the darkened abyss.
Realization sinks in,
You’ve figured it out.
Lifelong mysteries and questions
Answered in whole
And then,
At the peak of this knowledge
Followed by Nothing.