Wake up! Now.
Look around.
Be aware!
See the gap between
the real and the ideal,
the world’s disrepair
versus
the future commonweal.
Christ incites us to prepare
for the coming ordeal,
the winnowing of the unjust
from the fair.
We wait for the ultimate separation
when the first born of creation
brings about the final consummation.
We pick our place in the selection
the ax fall or welcome home.
Choose Christ Now.
Our calm in the storm
opening like a lover’s arms.
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