by Conner Good

Created on: July 10, 2009

"Are You There, Earth? It's me- God."

I have a charge for you, my dear human race.

As the world's long-told story comes to an end,

So does the time to rest your cold, restless case.

All these years you've been trying to find answers

To the simplest of questions

Yet you were plagued with the worst of thought cancers.

So in these final days,

I hope you'll be

Enlightened by the rays.

And I charge you to find

Some answers

Beyond the reaches of time.

Find a purpose, find a reason

To the life I've given you-

Not limited by the season.

Find it in your daily schedules-

In your jobs, houses, cars, and minds.

Even find it in your king's jewels.

Now you have my charge-

Go and preach through the valleys.

Change the world at large.

Look.

Find it.

Is it there?

Can you see it?

In your Christmas trees,

In your bibles,

Between stars,

In pages-

There.

It is important to me

That at the end of the macroscopic journey,

You must be completely free.

For if I ended the world without quenching the thirsty question,

Heaven would be meaningless-

The devils of our hells would have our heavy sponsored faults to mention.

I just cannot leave your kind in the dark-

I would feel guilty; the stories would make no sense.

From the "water to wine" to "Noah's ark."

Your lives are fifty percent pain,

And yet I hold back the purpose.

You ask: "Why? What do you gain?"

And I finally respond-

At the inopportune time, much to your disgust.

With my message you abscond.

Hopefully you'll spread the word,

Hopefully you have the chance-

Please go tell the human herd.

There is not much time left

Before the end comes, everyone must know.

Must be quick, must be deft.

Go.

Tell them.

Don't forget.

Not much time left.

It is your duty.

Atop your Christmas trees,

The angel guides you,

Like the three kings.

Bethlehem!

My new

Disciples.

And yet you ask me:

"Why don't you simply tell us?"

Why? It's not meant to be.

Wrapped up in your own daily lives,

Not focusing on what is next.

And after your risky high dives,

I ask you now to explain-

In your final conclusion-

The purpose of your human pain.

Answer the question of generations-

Age old and twice told.

The questions of every living nation.

Questions like: "Why do we choke?"

"Why do we hurt and cry?"

"Why did my house go up in smoke?"

Questions unanswerable,

Never thought their day would come

Their dates unfathomable.

So on your bright and right day,

You will ask me the final questions.

And here's what I have to say:

"You can see it in your bibles.

It is there, between stars.

You will find it your pages.

It is there, deep within your scars."

Look there.

The angel guides you- it is your duty.

Go, disciples.

Tell them:

"You can see it in your bibles.

It is there, between stars.

You will find it your pages.

It is there, deep within your scars."

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