We are at the end and the beginning.
God’s finger has written upon the wall:
“Mene, Mene, Tekal, Upharsan.”

But there is a postscript:
“Come unto me ye blessed.”
Our faces turn to the wall and then
Back to the descending Son.
For a split second
We believe we can be saved.

We believe we have listened to the prophets,
But the red, rising shock wave
Looks as if it will Claim us,
Imprinting the shadow of our sins on the pavement.
We cannot run, so we stand transfixed,
Our life’s days passing before our eyes.

The remembrance is awful,
The pain “how sore ye know not.”
We cannot stand, we cannot flee.
But the
King of glory
Will have none of it.  We are swept
Into His train on white horses.

Principle: The fear of nuclear destruction has haunted us all our days. The unleashing of terror upon Hiroshima and Nagasaki changed the way we look at the world and each other. Forever man will be suspect as he approaches his fellow men.  Will there be a serpent or a fish, a stone or bread?  The answer for each of us personally will determine the outcome.

Scripture: Daniel 7:13