You and I are Theophilus, Lovers of God.
We’re waiting, Lord. We’re waiting.
The question was too large for my mouth.
He pauses, wanting our attention.
He says- Don’t miss these words:
Go. Don’t stop.
Here, then there, and after that,
I quietly wonder what an earth-end looks like.
He rises. See Him rise. Again.
Our eyes won’t move away, gape-jawed wonder
Our skin tingles. Rapt. Is this happening?
The clouds need to move
So we can see more clearly. Watch Him go.
Had I known, I would’ve said something clever.
White robes appear, men with a knowing look
asking if we plan to stay there all day, staring at clouds.
Don’t you see, the second Advent will look
Just. Like. This.
But hurry! There’s work to be done,
The helper is coming.
Go friend, and see your earth’s end.