The Day Of Days Poem by Denis Martindale

When midnight came, my dream drew near,
A desert landscape formed
And there within that daylight clear,
My body quickly warmed...
A throat-fuelled thirst began to grow
As I walked on hot sand
And I knew then, not far to go,
For nothing new was planned...

In my confusion, tears emerged
Within my drying eyes,
As if somehow they must be purged
To cut me down to size,
To humble me in my distress,
Before my final end,
So I felt no more need to guess,
But merely comprehend...

So this was it... the day of days...
Just one more hill to climb
And then the parting of the ways,
The end of Earth-bound time...
A final tear slipped down my cheek...
To nestle on my lips,
As if a way back in to seek,
As on my tongue it slips...

Yet life was done... I breathed no more...
Most prophecies fulfilled...
All tears were wept, now God's own law
Meant even thoughts were stilled...
But then my spirit left its shell...
No hunger pains or thirst,
All body weight that stood now fell,
As if life's bubble burst...

Unfettered by my blood and bones,
I floated in the air,
To taste God's freedom which one owns
When one casts off each care...
My spirit gliding up above,
I asked God where to go...
Then I heard Jesus speak with love,
That only Christians know...


Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2012.