September 7, 2020

Hell’s ice fills the sky
And we shudder as our
Normal comforts die.

Hot snow falls around;
It’s eerie flakes spew forth
From black ashen cloud.

Blood red sun at noon
Gives faint, struggling light
That darkens too soon.

Our hearts in us quake
As our usual life shifts
And solid things shake.

Nature holds its breath:
We’re afraid of signs and
Hints of coming death.

We suppress our terror:
It’s imagination
Or perhaps an error.

But the black at noon
Makes us fear we’ve seen the
Dark side of the moon.

Such a seismic shift
Makes our blood run cold and
Then recalls God’s gift,

When stars, moon and sun
Framed the horrible day
He said, “It is done.”

When next signs appear,
The King and His Kingdom
Have drawn very near.

–Teri Ong Sept. 2020