By Susan Marlene Kinney
The earth tilted excessively, upon the great sphere’s axis,
while winds sped into near tornado proportions.
Oceans sloshed over the pebble-divoted beaches, smoothing every ripple
and sandcastle, as though they’d never existed. Waves swallowed up boardwalks
and small inlet towns as they tossed ocean-going vessels like kindling one flings
into a bonfire. The force of which smashed ships and homes as though the rooted
trees they’d been built from revealed no history and had never supported life
with broad leafy branches.
Once the earth opened exposing jagged teeth from its very
depths and spewed fire and molten rock with terrifying fireworks, never to be
equaled, humanity began to tremble. And more than that, cry out—screaming for
aid and pity.
But, God shrugged His great shoulders, whirling compassion
away with an uncaring jerk of His chin. Back turned, heart of stone…
And in the end times, when the earth groans with violence
and misery and nothing pure and merciful exists upon mountains, valleys, or
wind tossed seas…a lie will be believed that is even now permeating society. The
heartless words declared will squelch that last ray of hope from those tumbling
into eternal darkness, because their great shoulders and stubborn chins jerked
away from His outreached hand. His tender heart provided all anyone ever needed
to be enveloped into His embrace.
But they will believe that He never cared.
