Poem: A Man in Labor

For those of us who watch prophecy, it is not merely some kind of esoteric or abstract pursuit (although that is involved). For those of us who wait for the return of Christ, it is a deeply personal matter. It is filled with hope, excitement, plenty of anxiety, disappointment, fear, etc.

Waiting for Solana to come back (or Jesus to come back, for that matter), is the same way. I myself have a lot of nostalgia to college in 2009, when I tried to share with all my friends the news that Solana was the Antichrist and that Jesus is coming soon. I long for the days when it was all so sure, and Jesus was just around the corner. 

As many of you did, I followed the "ENP theory" until the end, until mid-2010, the halfway point of the EU's brand new 7-year treaty. When Solana retired and did not return for the midpoint, it was very discouraging for us all. I abandoned the idea that he was the Antichrist for a few years, though many of you brave souls, who had watched much longer than I had, hung in there. I knew, as we all did, that something was "up" with the EU, but wasn't sure what. 

Then came March 2015, when Solana said he would devote the rest of his energy to EU defense integration. Maybe, after all, God's word was true. And every man a liar, especially me. Maybe he is the Antichrist after all. 

We've been mistaken before. This is a very discouraging and troubling journey. So as we move towards the creation of the EU's new defense fund, and Solana's potential comeback, I wrote a poem that is on my heart. I share it because I feel all of us, in some way or another, feel the same. 

A Man in Labor

A poem by David Wilkinson

Heaving heavy pain with my longing tears

Giving birth the fruit of my fateful fears

Here I am a man in painful labor

Imploring God for some lasting favor

Weeping water from deep caverns of heart

Anxiously waiting for it all to start

Straining to vomit an aching longing

I nauseously await the appalling

Here I find what it means to have my name

A long trajectory reaching my aim

Becoming what I have always desired

Morphing into that which I was wired

At last I console the man of my past

Years of yearning did not go by too fast

Today we reconcile with days gone by

We fear that it again will go awry

Roaring tear-filled yearning as one in love

This Song forever plays high up above

Visceral, cold railroad spike in the soul

There is nothing here that can make me full

Waiting here for heavenly stars to fall

Pining for one who doesn’t come at all

Though a different key yet the same tune

This romantic song plays beyond the moon

Within my heart wells up wildest of hope

With the most daunting dreams I will elope

Into the starry future I will roam

The calling voice of the Forever Home

Get up you older man and walk outside!
Prepare you young man to gaze horrified!

Anxiously nauseous, ready to vomit

Your spirit will find no easy respite

I stand appalled at this desolation

Shocked at this walking abomination

Yucky, gross, and truly genocidal

Behold, outside a disgusting idol

Everyone mocks me as I lay in tears

Is this what you said would allay our fears?

Altar covered with the blood of a pig

This ghastly man our graves will surely dig!

Alas the last mile is in front of me

Sprinting towards everlasting glory

Glaring, blazing floodlights cover the track

There is no return, I cannot go back

Just beyond here lies the fork in the road

This or that way, I cannot bear the load

On the left I bear a most heavy shame

On the right I surely take all the blame

Why did you do this thing so very lame?

Warning us of terror that never came?

Without God’s comfort I am left bereft

A pierced and moaning heart lies on the left

Visceral joys and sharpest of deep pains

I will see him ride clouds in mighty flames

Yet this wicked man will put me to flight

I will not survive what lies on the right

On the quiet plain pleading in deep night

Whispering at starry sky that brings light

Crying and weeping to God who might save

Hear me, oh Lord, your ever wailing slave

My heart melts with disappointment and grief

I have not found any heartfelt relief

Smashed dreams and a crushed spirit all alone

Tonight I get up and trod my way home

The moon is blood, the stars fall in the night!

Here he comes to stand up for what is right!

For when my soul gave way to utmost dread

That’s when he did the very thing he said

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Blessings and peace to you all, in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and God the Father. Come Lord Jesus!

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