Judgement Day

Though the damned do not love God, God loves them, and this is their torture. The very fires of Hell are made of the love of God! - Peter Kreeft

Photo by Stephanie Berger

in dire need of corrective lenses

marked by delusions of grandeur

palliated spirits overdosed on the panacea of a putrid placebo

listen to the blood curdling screams

see the skeletal fingers reaching up

watch the worms slither 'neath the daisies

reckon the bent arrows searching for their mark

lost souls on the fringe of eden's closed park

fathom the fulcrum of heaven and hell

anything for self preservation

too bad they have no reservation

Author's Note

"If the sun could stop shining, lovers of the dark would no longer be tortured by it. But the sun could sooner cease to shine than God cease to be God...The lovelessness of the damned blinds them to the light of glory in which they stand, the glory of God’s fire. God is in the fire that to them is Hell." - Peter Kreeft

Reviews

[barleygirl]

It seems your message was posted before the Capitol riot, but this is applicable to all that & so much more that's been passed off as "governance" for the past 4 years. Your poem reminds me of how disgusted I am with those staffers & cabinet members who are resigning with an indignant flourish, 2 weeks prior to an ending which they did not seek, after allowing the madness to prevail (& many profiting from it) for 4 years. Your poem depicts the very muddy state of "right & wrong" in many people's minds, these days (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie