A Sonnet Inevitable

O the darkness that pervades the souls of the living,
truly blinding to the dulled-minds of the ailed.
How shall the nature of man turn to the great unveiling?
When all have their heads in their hands with souls bewailed.
This ‘me generation’ scorched in thoughts enslaved,
egos inflated in their own sight without Wisdom to ground.
Thus, shall they continue to walk on foundations unpaved,
till the day that He return, in awe shall they be confound.

No movement nor group shall withstand the coming King who reigns,
nor shall the arrogant utter words-a-senseless.
For He comes to cast down our empire that wanes,
that day when no excuse suffices, we can only stand defenseless.

O, naked soul tormented and sinful,
blessed shall he be who receives His acquittal.

16th week after Pentecost +2024