Pearl (an original poem)

Pearl.

As the swine disregards the pearl

and blithely chews the stale corn
so the best that man can boast
is blind to the truth until reborn.
What can be seen through a fish's scales?
Even the mud of Christ is clear.
That which is whispered after the storm,
may He grant us an ear to hear.
For at best we are walking trees,
oh, the blind man saw it so true.
We cry "free-will" and shake our chains
old wine-skins wanting new.
A passing thought, a morning mist,
calling super nature a delusion
but the emptiness of matter and space
make our world an electric illusion.
'Time,' men say, 'goes forever on -
live today for tomorrow we die.
The fife is played, the dirge is sung
and we, the market children, cry.'
Shrewd as snakes but without the dove
a generation of dry bones lying,
thinking not of the Maker or Redeemer,
too busy living to see the dying.
And the swine still ignores the pearl;
the prodigal son desires the pods.
The Day of the Lord approaches swiftly
and the world wants other gods.


Oh the woeful condition of the dying,darkening world. The boiling frog syndrome that civilsation wallows in. The compromise of the church and the rise of the false world system. The death of nature and the realisation of the finite resources being demanded by the infinite human tide. Friend if you cannot feel history winding up - if you cannot percieve the end swiftly coming - then your head is in the sand. The news cannot be trusted and the net is full of misinformation. There is but one rock of refuge, of truth, of warning and of hope - only one authority left in a world  - a world which is without honour, full of desperation and despair, rumour and lies. That one hope and truth is the Word of God. READ IT!