Coming to a Close

I can hear it in the wind and see it in the light.
The moon and the stars are making their final pass.
My soul feels not lost, but within the clouds.
All in which we know, all in which we think,
the loneliness we feel, the regrets of our actions,
through all the bitterness, frustration, and havoc
that keeps its stranglehold upon our existence,
will all come so a single point, and very soon.
Everything that was, everything that exists now,
is leading to one vital and pivotal moment.
The source of my joy, the source of my sorrow.
derives from this swooping point in history.
The maddening euphoria of our little world,
the awe-inspiring song or our time...replaced.
Heaven shall overflow with the tears of the joyful.
And the world below will flow with the crimson
blood of those who refused, or saw too late.
I should be rejoicing, I should be at serenity.
My burden has been lifted, my soul is forgiven.
My shackles undone and my conscience clear.
But my purified spirit cannot help but sink
for those whom shall suffer the unrelenting
fury of He who was, is and always will be.
I pray He encompasses my being with peace.
And sooth the ache within my undeserving heart.