How the World is Saved

The sky is falling and I am standing.

I sit down and look up from my chair. 

My lemonade becomes less demanding.

The stars burn black through the air. 

The sky falls in flaming shards.

Mirrors melting and reflecting the earth. 

I sip and stand and sit and sip. 

Smiling, anxious, waiting the new birth. 

The sky slices melting through the ground.

The ground falls gently from under my seat.

No need for panic at hearing the sound. 

I float, mid-air, sitting, lava warming my feet.

The world is over and it sings a song.

Cries from molten cracks in praise.

Through fire, fumes, and beating gongs,

this is how the world is saved.

My ice melted, lemonade evaporated.

I smile into the glowing sky.

Daddy smiles back, appropriated.

This is what it is to live and never die. 

I dropped my empty glass to fire below.

Daddy pulled me in, face to face, 

wiped away my joyful tears and said, "hello."

He purged my body and soul of disgrace.

He gave a cry as rivers and trumpets ringing 

and from all depths and sides and colors of earth

came a choral breath and joyous singing:

The world and His children in second birth.

Caught in crowds beyond a number or count

each soul was brazen; bright in His glory. 

Now as the holy family, finally found,

we can fulfill Eternity's plan and story.