LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

At the right time, it won’t be worth fleeing,

We will all be struck by the fury of God,

Like a wind that chooses no direction,

That descends upon saints and atheists, unshod.

The fury of God is not punishment,

But the awakening of a forgotten truth,

A call to what has been lost

In our humanity, so divided, aloof.

It will be the moment to face

All that we were and have done,

Without masks, without excuses,

The naked truth we’ve long shunned.

In that hour, fear will be of no use,

For judgment will be just and clear,

There will be nowhere to hide

From the weight of each rare deed we steer.

But perhaps, amid the fury,

There will also be redemption,

For even in the divine storm,

There’s space for forgiveness, a mention.

We will all be struck,

But may the impact bring light,

So that in the fury of God

The cross may finally come to sight.

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