Second Song of the End-Time (Epilog)
Storyteller
This tale has no ending: the visionaries of Medjugorje
still receive the Blessed Mother and repeat her message to anyone who
will listen. As she has since 1981, the Gospa implores Mankind to choose
collaboration over war, to opt for life over death. This very year, millions
will flock to the tiny village, just as others will travel to the shrine
at Tepeyac, hoping to find answers as all around the world the battles
rage.
This tale has no ending for we must finish the story ourselves. Maybe
what happened on the hill was a cruel dream. At first it beguiled, but
now it taunts us with sweet improbabilities. Maybe what happened on the
hill, what is happening in Medjugorje now, will teach us the Sarajevos
of our day are no accidents. After all, we have a choice. And only you
and I together can determine what happened on the hill.
Chorus
Something is coming
Something is going
Something is dying
But something is growing.
Behold the End of Time!
Miraculous moments are slipping away
Today!
People are fearful
People are doubting
Voices are rising
A multitude shouting
Behold the End of Time!
Theres blood in the water and smoke in the air.
Prepare!
Take my hand
(Mountains ever crumbling
And oceans ever drifting!)
And I will comfort you.
In this land
(Towers ever tumbling
And borders ever shifting!)
I am a stranger, too!
I am a stranger, too!
Maybe youre weary
Maybe youre ailing
Maybe youre willing
But leery of failing.
Behold the End of Time!
The roses are blooming in breathtaking hues.
So choose!
Take my hand
(Vineyards ever climbing
And deserts ever teeming!)
And we will greet the dawn.
In this land
(Poets ever rhyming
And dreamers ever dreaming!)
The work goes on and on
And on and on and on!
Comets are blazing
Planets are spinning
Every moment
A world is beginning!
Behold the End of Time!
Each moment is calling for all you can give:
Arise and hope and strive and learn
And build and sing and dare and love!
Love! Love and LIVE!
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