Tomorrow's Sunset Poem by Bill Cantrell

'The day when God regretted making man'
I was in shock,
these words echoing to the depths,
of my soul
Disturbed, I fell into a dark shadow
of questions, hungering for balance
I weighed love on scales of reasoning
The differing facets on one side
with Gods attributes on the other
How can this be?
They equaled each other,
and I started to comprehend,
questioning one facet after another
A veil lifted from my eyes,
as I was ushered to the world of old,
yes, a world that God regretted placing man on
I took note of the absence of love,
as violence was as bread to them
Blood was shed on a grand scale
I heard the call for the cleansing rain,
accompanied with salvation for those obedient,
along with the animal kingdom
As I returned, the dark shadow has cleared

I looked at the world today
as déjà vu struck me with a sickening dread
Those faces of old were similar to the sea of mankind,
in this so called modern era

There is a place where the handwriting
is on the wall of tomorrow's sunset
It is a sunset that I shall not regret,
with the colors of love and justice,
lifting the hearts of many people
I pray, I be counted in among them