March 22, 2010
11:14 p.m.
Wondering who will survive what is lying ahead, further up the road.
A small, surprise package of catastrophe waiting for the right sucker to come along and open this; Pandora’s Box. How quiet the nights will be when there is no one left to hear?
Or will there ever be night on this planet that we somehow strangely invaded - pillaged, violated the sacredness of the land in tearing away beautiful pastures in trade for Wal-Marts and Targets, restaurants and housing ‘projects’ (heh heh). We have become accustomed to the convenience of having everything at our fingertips.
There ARE few that can still honor and appreciate this land that we have somehow come to occupy.
There is little respect for this worldwide mother - her name is Earth. Perhaps it is now time for her to exact her revenge.
Maybe -
All the hype over politics and an impending doom that lingers over us to serve as masques.
OR maybe -
Nobody really, honestly, truthfully knows what we are bound to embrace.
Hold your family tight and have them all help in digging a hole that goes way beyond the standard of six feet.
You’ll all need it and you will all need one another.
“Prepare.”
One word.
Two syllables.
A third, and final warning.
The fourth horseman appears on the horizon. Behind him, the other three stand poised and ready.
Are YOU ready?
-fin-
Copyright K. Anne Smith
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