I was inspired to write this poem after reading Acts 2:20: "The sun shall be turned to darkness, and the moon to blood, before the great and awesome day of the Lord arrives" (English Standard Version).
Waiting for His return isn't easy. Living in a corrupted world is exhausting and disheartening. I wrote this poem from a place of heartache, crying out to God asking Him when the suffering will end.
I cry out to you in the waiting, begging for you to breath life into me again.
"How much longer?" I demand. I cannot suffer in this torment.
I feel the warmth of blood emerge on my lip as I bite down in thought. I swabbed a cotton ball across the wound and watched as the scarlet-colored blood surfaced on the perfectly white piece of bristle. A twinge of pain is nothing compared to the guilt that guts me daily.
The moths swarm in my stomach, circling, finding no rest.
I wish they would exhaust themselves and die.
Did you not promise a life a joy, of hope? Yet here I kneel racked with agony, waiting.
Yes I know that complete joy is not promised in this life but the next.
Yes I know that You ask for patience and complete faith.
But what if my faith falters?
May the reminder of everlasting life heal the bones that have snapped under affliction. God, oh how I need to rest at Your feet.
But I will rejoice when the moon turns to blood
And the sun darkens
For the day of the Lord has arrived.
The Sojourner 
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