beware the future,
o children of this feckless
age.
remember. imagine.
experience the finest,
the noblest ideals
your soul can
conjure.
justice. honor.
liberty. freedom.
truth.
does paradise,
as you create it
in your heart,
involve cheap oil,
an over-sized house &
the killing &
exploitation of
others?
does it even make
sense to ask how many
armored divisions
abide at God’s
right hand?
your childhood
was all money &
bight colors. you led
the life, almost, of
royalty.
this world is yours
only to
share
& very soon,
you will see, to
pass onward
to others.
if there is no
God, or if God has been
frightened away by our
violence––
if the universe is
dark & cold &
causeless, then,
especially, then,
our sun, our earth, our
sky, our selves, are
extraordinary miracles
in infinite
endlessness.
accept that we/you
shall not live/last
very much
longer––
& the selfishness, the
wastefulness, the rage of our
ways, shall visit
upon us,
as the deeds
we have done, not so
kindly, to
others.
you are not
innocent. indifference
breeds the howling wrath
of hell.
it’s not too late
to beg forgiveness.
it’s not too late
to practice
compassion.