8th Sonnet for the Way - Apocalypse

I do not know if Life on Earth is over
Or how what Savior rightly might return
Whether plastic Oceans must boil over
Or when or how this World must freeze or burn
I've never heard the End of every Story
Or glimpsed the Final Point of Entropy
I've never seen to Whom to give all Glory

Or Whom but Me to blame for endless Misery

I only feel sweet Tinglings of a Blessing

Coming down the Nerves of My Right Arm
From beyond a broken Man's confessing
To a grieving Child and World his Harm
Down from Above! Free and wild!
Blessed be the Womb that bears Your Child