An Approaching Dreadful Night

What do you see, O visionary

Relate what rises to your eyes

Describe what’s forming to pass

After the sunset?

What is taking shape

Behind the horizon?                                   

             

A night is approaching!

A night?

After a sunset it’s always

a night’s turn to step in

That ‘s common knowledge!

Please say more.

Will the night be

Restful or restless?

Will it be starry and clear?

Will it bring blessing and cheer?

Or do the signs foretell

Sorrowful tidings?

Dear Son,

Brace yourself

Call up all your strength

Be alert and prepared                               

After a sunset a night turn is certain

But this night will be

Starless, moonless and bereft of all light

All sky will be covered

With dark clouds and poisonous fume

No ray will beam anywhere

It will be the Devil’s night!

His hordes will wreak havoc

And hellfire will rise in your garden

It’ll burn your flowers

Singe the leaves

Hurt the trees to their roots

Suffocating smoke will choke

All breathing lungs

And drive all the birds away

Master, it’s so dreadful

So terrible to hear!

Is there no hope?

The little lamp the Servant

Has kept in his room

With an ambitious hope

Is too puny to enlighten

Too tiny to brighten the Eden

Ruled by self-serving values

The winds will spew violence

And  blood!!

But soon, a moonchild will rise

It will reflect the Sun

And that will be enough!           

Xavier Bage

Sun, May  15, 2016