THE END

Tomorrow is but an empty container
Of items listed on his agenda.
Tasks yet undertaken.
A piece of flesh, a slice of life,
Three, four, five times over.
Looking way beyond the ledge.
Horizons capped, limits reached.
A man’s image twice complete.
You ask me how I know he’s been here.
Just look up into yesterday’s sunset
And you will see the unfinished product.
A bunch, a bushel,
Measured for you.
Can you (will you)
See the end?

© 1998 Steven Barto

Published by The Accidental Poet

I am a Christian in recovery following four decades of active addiction. I earned a B.S. in Psychology and an M.A. in Theology from Colorado Christian University. My focus is on evangelism and apologetics, working with individuals struggling with mental health and active addiction. I believe in the power in the Name of Jesus to break every chain. Counseling must include discipline, and discipling must include counseling.

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