The End is Near
by Kevin
Brown
Perhaps the homeless
man
near your house is the
harbinger you have not
yet heard. And perhaps
the prostitute and the pimp
are the prophets whom
you pass and pretend not
to notice. And perhaps
the sounds the schizophrenic
hears comes from the
heaven you hope to
obtain. But you do
not know, nor do I, nor do they,
for we have mangled the mystery
of God, we have inoculated
ourselves from the infectious wonder
in our world, and we have murdered
every messiah sent to save us.