No one truly knows the age of the earth
And no one can phantom the exact year we are;
Diversities in calendars and the iota to
Lie in man proves me right.
History recorded in BCs and ADs
As many dated backs to the evolution of man.
The hand of the clock travels from the
South pole to that of the north;
Describing moments and defining seasons.
Today will surely become ‘those days'
And many shall remember it not.
I think and travel back to those days;
Those days of love and peace even though
The presence of evil was inevitable.

I need a messenger, interpreter
Who will take me to those days
When the gospel was more important than prophecy;
When fornication was a taboo and not appreciated;
When moetje was total shame and not cultured;
When decency was the identity of responsibility
And not that of paupers;
When character was significant than facials.
Is there anybody who knows the road to those days?
When divorce was a derogatory language
Among the believers and not celebrated.
When love was built on sacrifice and trust
And not sexual capability or money.
When the fear of the Lord reigned and was not devised.
When rapture and resurrection was the main
Aim of the church and not materialism.

Please can we find those days?
When unity existed among the believers and not strife;
When integrity had dominion and not money;
When strength was shown in prayer and not weakness;
When God's way was more important than man's;
When heaven was a vision and not a ‘dream’;
When evil was chastised and discouraged;
When civilization was still absent from us.
Time truly flies and I anticipate
What awaits the young that shall grow.
Souls corrupted and forced to do otherwise
Via bad company and peer pressure.
Who will take me to the future?
To see the fate of those to come
Even though Gibran opposed I go there.
For what shall befall them still baffles me;
Strategies of success now vary from place to place
And even the ‘keep quiet!’ has now kept quiet.
How would the world be by then?
Only time will tell.


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