. Reckoning Will darkness drop again so we may know The thrill and chill of winter blowing, storming, And will we feel death's icy undertow As husks of hell begin their frantic swarming? Will manna rot or will it fall unleavened When Hades' depths start rumbling and yawning? When skies above are swirling blood and ebon Will we anticipate the terror dawning? Shall we cry and try to flee damnation Or pray to every saint and painted idol In sackcloth as we kneel in near starvation While kings grow power mad and homicidal? Will stones of statehood then be ripped asunder? Will heaven open up to show the Light? Will weapons fall as legions drop in wonder As God returns to set the world aright? . . Mike Bryant is a poet and retired plumber living on the Gulf Coast of Texas.