Last Days

Chill of stone and earth
seeps deep into my bones
as if I were buried in this cell,
beginning to decay,

so I write for warmth,
to feel the Spirit as I did
when I testified face to face,
setting the world ablaze

in preparation for the Lord,
whose foot is poised
at the threshold, ready
to fall at any instant—

though He tarries longer
than I expected.
But I met Him shining in the sky
on the road to Damascus,

and I know He will come again
for me, for us all.

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