The physical realm
strides to the
front: Look at me,
my beautiful stones!
Humankind built me
to honour God, or
perhaps
for their own
honour.
Not one of these
stones
will remain
standing, he said.
All will be thrown
down.
The time is coming
when this temple is
rubble,
and all it stands
for.
When will these
things be,
what will be the
sign of them?
How can we prepare?
You cannot prepare.
There will be
upheaval, wars
and dreadful
portents.
They will arrest
you,
lock you up, hand
you over;
be ready to speak.
My words will be
yours,
wisdom too. You will
suffer,
some of you will
die.
But you will endure.
I am with you, and
your souls
are held in my hand.
©
Ken Rookes 2019.
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