The Signs (12/26/2019) Poem by Maymay Marie

Folks were in a merriment mood,
Busied laughter and things assembled,
Boxes of different colors handed to one another,
Mantra phrases exclaimed to the uttermost.

All of a sudden great wind passed,
Water stormed in darkness and sunshine,
Sorrow beset in houses and roads,
The bridge of every turret buried.

Then, another day brought the mark,
Every creature was shaking tremendously,
Leaving footprintsof wonder to the midst,
Yet one thing needed to be done.

Those things have written ahead of time,
To face darkness and pains soon,
These things were the signs given,
By the One, the Creator of earth and heaven.

Repentance must be done,
To repair the bridge to heaven,
To have the Son of God in heart,
It is a must everyone must do.

A Personal Savior who died,
In cross the sins of humans,
Appeared poor, yet King and powerful,
Loving, patience, kind and more.

The signs must be looked upon,
That the One above will judge,
Everyone according to His Words,
So the signs must be in heart.