OUR WORLD’S END
It won’t come by a calendar date
Or by some metaphysical invitation
It won’t come in a day
Or one single night
It will be on the back of a tortoise
Over a long arc of time
So many small decisions that lead us to destruction
So many unpaid debts that karma comes to collect
All piled upon our children, grandchildren and great-great grandchildren
It’s the short term thinking of the unenlightened man
That leads to the death of all in his purview
Whether or not those around him agree or disagree
It’s those who hold the power of change
That steer the ship of all our fates
We can only lay down our smallness and decide to be bigger
We can all choose to see and be the truth
To deal with what is and will be rather than what is convenient
Then and only then will we be as one mind
Ready and deserving of our deliverance
For no single man or God can take us there
Only becoming the Gods and Goddesses we were born to become
Let Heaven awaken within our souls
And hell be the stupidity of our ancestors
Blessed Be
– Denise
Astrology and Psychic Predictions 
Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing!
Dear Denise
Powerful and well-written poem. I sometimes wonder whether mankind isn’t regressing but hopefully it’s a case of two steps forward and one step back.
Best wishes from Simon
I agree completely. It was Nikita Kruschev that originally said [of the U.S.] way back around 1960 that [we] were digging our own grave with a spoon — just one spoonful at a time — and even though he intended it as a reference to the U.S. government only ….. it has a basis in fact for our entire global existence — in every conceivable way.