On the Eve of the Apocalypse

It is the best of times; it is the worst of times

It is an age in which great wisdom and love is unfolding in the hearts of many

It is an age of great folly in which fools are itching to trigger Armageddon

It is an epoch of belief, but a belief in what?

When all the theology has been twisted to create division

When all the science has been hog-tied by a lack of vision

When the most vacuous weep with passion over trifling affairs

When governments are locked in endless games of musical chairs

No. It is the best of times because it is when I found You

In the Seven Rishis, the Seven Rays

The Seven Churches, the Seven Sages

The Seven Planets, the Seven Chakras

The Seven Sisters of the Pleiades

And a star for each day of the week.

It's the time when you showed me the coding of Your purpose

And so now as I sit here in Your three-ringed circus

Watching mountains of lies towering to incredible heights

And the black-hearted judges of the kangaroo courts

Threatening to tie us all up with red tape and torts

As they tread the crimson carpets of the corridors of power

Soaked in the blood of human shields and cannon fodder

The band of this Titanic is striking up with We'll Meet Again

And There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover

Just you wait and see

And I can only wonder at a love so great to script this comedy

That pushed me to the edge, and beyond, to put into verse

How I've fallen, once more, for your Beauty and Glory

Found in every cell and atom of your multiverse