“And except those days be shortened
there shall be no flesh saved:
but for the elect’s sake
those days shall be shortened.”
I am looking for a place to lay down my head
I look right, then left, but no place is home.
I am woman without country
My poetry no longer soothes me
My prayers no longer cure me
My mission doesn’t fill me –
I just want to go home.
Living in the last days,
Time of frogs in boiling water,
Tribulations without end
Such as was not since the beginning…of time.
There’s no flesh on my bones
I am lost in the storm
I must lay down my head
On a smooth white stone.
Iniquity abounds, suffering is aflame
As in the days of Noah…the flood came,
And took them all away
Can a spirit survive being crushed in a vice?
How long before it shatters like a supernova?
Oh Mercy grant that these days are shortened,
Oh say, we can all go home.
Pray we will come together
Oh Faith, feed us on the bread of hope.
And God grant soon the Earth is chastened
Her children helped to find their soul
That one by one we forsake the hating
Bind her wounds and bring her body home.
Please God, may these days be shortened
Praise God, we can all go home.