Short Stories

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Not long ago we were taken over by a Force,
A planet once richly blessed was driven from its course.
Some say politicians started messin’ with our laws
Others say we engaged in wars that had no just cause.

What once was black was no more--it became white or gray.
Some say the Evil One came and took each right away.
I have just vague memories of praying at a pole--
But suddenly our flag was gone, the Force now had control.

Churches closed their doors, people forgot God it seemed--
They were led astray to follow shallow, empty dreams.
Even family units wore a different face,
You see, the sacred union of marriage had been erased.

Then came a cry o’er the land--“There was to be a fight.”
The mighty Power from heaven came to make things right.
God had seen quite enough, His patience reached its limit,
He destroyed land and sea and all things living in it.

“My God,” I cried in agony, “Can this really be?”
My feet burned by baking earth where oceans once danced free.
I looked around at nothingness from a dusty crest--
This could have been prevented--man put God to the test.

Then a bolt of lightning jerked me from a drowsy sleep,
“Oh, thank you God,” I whispered as my heart took a leap.
But suddenly uneasiness filled my soul and mind,
Was that God’s voice bellowing, “Will you be left behind?”

The nightmare now ended or was it just beginning?
So many wrongs to make right, now my head was spinning.
Coworkers thought nothing of lining greedy pockets
Youth had no respect as they launched their verbal rockets.

Everyone looked evil in the new day’s guiding light.
I tried telling friends about the nightmare of last night.
Their tightened lips and wrinkled brows had me perspiring,
No one thought the prophetic dream to be inspiring.

“Help me Lord, I want to share the message in my dream.
I’ll try to win souls for You, and hope mine to redeem.
How do I go about such a monumental task?
Please help me Lord, I need you now,” shamefully I asked.

At work again I tried to sway others to my view.
Through squinted eyes they grumbled, “What’s gotten into you?”
My family treated me as if I weren’t their own
When I tried enlightening them of hellish seeds they’d sown.

I was ridiculed and mocked, and once my face was slapped.
Everyone I tried to teach thought sure my mind had snapped.
I lost my job, my friends, even family turned away,
All because I shared what I perceived my dream to say.

“My God, this daunting mission is more than I can do
No one cares, their souls are dead, do You agree it‘s true?”
Another bolt of lightning then struck a nearby tree.
Awake again trembling--dare I rest and dream part three?!

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