Throughout the ages
We’ve asked the question:
It’s been so long,
When will Mashiach come?
The answer awaits.
But, we do know that first
The birth pangs of Mashiach
Will see things at their worst:
Impudence, insolence,
Oppressing inflation,
Family breakup,
With mutual recrimination,
Irresponsibility
On the part of
The Authorities,
Denunciations, accusations,
Corrupt supermajorities.
Halls of learning
Turned into bawdy frat houses,
Drinking and drugs,
Things their charter espouses,
The truth abandoned,
The pious despised,
The world Mephistophelian,
Hypnotized.
A succession of troubles,
Evil decrees,
Famines, epidemics,
Of terrible disease,
Poverty, scarcity,
Cursing, blasphemy,
Many destitute, begging,
Who will find no pity.
International belligerence
Between world nations,
Wars, suffering,
Mass migrations.
The bottom of the pit
Has been reached,
We’ve no doubt,
Till, to our chagrin,
The bottom drops out.
Just when it seems
That HaKadosh Baruch Hu
Is asleep,
A generation ever dwindling,
Faith on the scrap heap;
Let us not lose our grip,
This has all been foretold,
Struggle and turmoil
Lie at the threshold.
In an era of confusion
And disparity,
The footsteps of Mashiach
Will precede clarity.
Remembering G-d’s promise
Through all we endure,
Is rock solid,
There is nothing
That was ever more sure;
For HaKadosh Baruch Hu’s
Word is always achieved,
Fortunate are those
Who, throughout all, believed.
When things come into focus
As the world did, when new;
Sin will be unthinkable
For G-d’s truth will shine through.
Time will no longer bind us,
All will be seen as one,
Universal understanding
Of the continuum.
The advent of Mashiach
Will ignite holy sparks,
The flame will be brilliant
Dispelling the dark.
Let us strengthen ourselves,
Our task, to survive:
Keeping faith,
Helping others
To keep hope alive.
By Sharon Marcus
