The umbrella (faith) and doomsday

The umbrella (faith) and doomsday


An umbrella on the park bench,
ignored, sitting next to its man handler
with a pie-in-the-face expression
behind his dust speckled glasses,
ponders the new found equation
that streaked across the sky

A glittering spear thrust into the earth
In vengeance for the blood of the innocents
it fertilized itself with
Multiplied by the indifference it showed
to those who sought relief from the heat
and the cold, wind and storm
which is then added to its arrogance
that it stands of itself upon empty space
which results in it being made to wobble
like a cottage while it is pushed out of place
and spun a third faster, upside down
Whereby it would know
the time is short for its transgressions
and that God is the Lord

The umbrella with its bent arms and torn dress
wonders where the Sparrow and squirrel can nest
with a third of the trees destroyed
and hot dust covering the rest
Where can the herders herd or horses graze
now that all green grass is burnt up
Where can the sea captains find refuge
and fishermen fill their nets
when a third of the sea and all things therein
are removed, leaving just great waves
in their wake
Where is the crevice of the rock or cave
the temples of science, drugs or strong drink
that man can hide in
Where the demons of his mind
will not torment him in this doomsday
he is forced to confront
when he will not rest in
the arms of the Lord

The seventieth week now begun like doomsday
will soon come to its shadowy end
in the bright light of He who comes as King
The umbrella, justified, sitting on a park bench
in the beautiful Garden that was the earth
will find again usefulness in the early and later rains
Caught in the equation
of joy multiplied by laughter
and added to the harvest
reconciled by the lamb
resulting in eternal peace
and good will to all men

For these equations are of God
who will be glorified