No, this isn’t a post about Katy Perry. I just thought, in the spirit of Independence Day, that I would share a poem I wrote a few years ago after watching some good ol’ fashioned American fireworks.
Fireworks
I stare into the broken night sky as it is filled with fireworks
blasting the deep still of the evening.
It’s what I imagine the end of the world will be like,
the sky as we know it melting away
as the first touches of God drip from His timeless reality
into our space, pure color and majesty,
violent and beautiful,
bursting forth before our wondering eyes,
the greatest show the world has seen.
Some will be terrified,
babies crying at the explosion,
while others sit back and let the noise strike their chest
as their eyes soak in the view,
a satisfied smile crossing their lips
while an uncontrollable power
reverberates off of their chest and ribs
before sinking softly
into the pink flesh of their heart.
The Death of Catholicism 