Two thousand years from now,when the unimaginable is routine,will man join hands with th universe,with present travails unseen?.Will earth's terrain be alienwhere new catastrophes abound?What new Gods worshipped,what new altar found?.Or will we be looking, still hopeful,up to that Heavenly abodefor Christ's second coming,two thousand years down the road?
Two thousand years from now,
when the unimaginable is routine,
will man join hands with th universe,
with present travails unseen?
.
Will earth's terrain be alien
where new catastrophes abound?
What new Gods worshipped,
what new altar found?
Or will we be looking, still hopeful,
up to that Heavenly abode
for Christ's second coming,
two thousand years down the road?
02/16/2005
Posted on 02/16/2005Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
They say these are the latter days, but I'm not so sure. As your poem suggests, I have a feeling we'll be around for a while yet. In this case, I believe alter should be spelled altar.
