Question every debating tongue;
ponder well tomorrow's drumming.
Is Jesus exclaimed or unsung?
What is announced of His coming?
Nears that day when "Christian" comment
is just a mantra to be chanted;
The day descends on man's intent
when God's rules are taken for granted?
Eyes and ears itch for that language -
which lack of belief has imposed.
Such injunctions reek like garbage
when words and deeds are juxtaposed
Last days' focus will be - devour,
short-lived gain, conceited outlook -
no thought of God's divine power
no time to read His holy book.
From such thinkers turn far away
and warn all those who promote them.
Make sure your own belief holds sway;
in rocky times, men sink or swim.
This poem won second place for the
April 2025 poetry contest