On Schedule Poem by Peter Eliastam

Contemporary clocks no longer chime
The countdown to the deadline of the time.
They indicate by digital degrees,
The obsolescence of our diaries.
‘ Chronology’s continuum is cast
By Christ. Our calendar, from first to last,
Is in our Father’s power. No one knows
The day or hour when the whistle blows.
Twelve numerals bear witness to the pace
Of sin’s reduction of the human race.
Poised on the edges of the End of Days,
Appointed, punctual at every phase,
Coming sooner than a blink can capture,
Nearer than we think to think – the Rapture!