When Is The Appointed Time?

When Is The Appointed Time?

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
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There is a time for every purpose...appointed times

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With all the weather and storms

stretching our Earth out of shape

To all who've lost their lives...

I bid a sad farewell

 

To all those …

standing outside Saint Peter’s kitchen

you, all the prophets, you pretenders

who made false prognostications

of when our world will end, what do you say now?

 

In this worldly environment

Where is the riddle?

When does it end? 

 

Does a nebulous joker sit near the world

juggling his objects at the weather?

Lightning here, a hurricane there

An octave of thunder!

A cacophony of tornadoes!

 

With our future twisting and turning

how do we acquiesce with Mother Nature

as she turns the eye of the storm

in Heaven towards us? 

 

Somebody is qualifying us to oblivion

as the Master unties the knot

In His ancient shadow

we are unprepared to pay the price of everything

 

Are all these signs our final notice

the signs of a violent farewell?

We're the victims...

but we're also the crime

 

The Ones judging are He and Earth

The choice is up to us

Only as one, can we save humanity

Let's join together and get the job done!

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All poems written& copyrighted by LadeeAnne ~Anne P Murray

A “Pas De Duex” of Rhythm and Visions~

                    

© 2011 anne p. murray- LadeeAnne


Author's Note

anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
There is a time for every purpose...appointed times.

This is not a poem written to be fanciful or full of positive reverberations of cheery so and so's. But it is the truth of where we seem to be today...like it or not!

"For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry."—Habakkuk 2:3

Man has his own calendar, but both God and Satan have their calendars as well. Is there a way to look at all three and come to a logical conclusion for the last days? What is the weather trying to tell us?
It is a relatively small world. But it is not a safe world, not anymore. Children are afraid to go in the streets, play outside in their own yards. Parents only let them see movies in theaters with guards. Buses are forbidden.

Will our world ever be safe again...or are we doomed? We need to all learn to live in peace and love...only then do we stand a chance!

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Shall we succumb to god or the elements we shall all surely succumb to death .Yet mit is in the manner of living that we are remembered

Posted 14 Years Ago


Beautifully written Anne. What a message that you have put forth. Keep up the great job you are doing with your writings. Well done!!! = )

Posted 14 Years Ago


I love this cause for me personally am tired of religions trying to scare people with talk about the end. I say live now and not worry bout the end.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

Birmingham, AL



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I'm not an extraordinary woman, simply put... I'm just a normal, ordinary one. In my private life I am gingerly cautious with the people I meet, but fearless in the words I write. Not an extrove.. more..