The doomsday preacher has a lot to say about what’s going on in the world today. He quotes the scriptures with a loud voice so as to point out that we all have a choice.
He addresses his words to those who’re passing by which is usually at times with such a piercing cry. Some of the people stop and listen there for a while wondering if what is spoken may not be full of guile.
The words that he speaks talk of fire and brimstone coming down on us all unless we repent and atone from the things we all do which are against the law and accumulate sin barring us from heaven’s door.
He stands there alone in the street as if one transfixed though the message loudly preached is not ever mixed, and handing out certain pamphlets of the printed word for any who care to read later what they haven’t heard.
Rarely does he pause at all during the time of speaking but continues on for the sake of any lost souls reaping. Like one long ago who was seen crying in the wilderness preaching of those things that require God’s forgiveness. _____________
Written in 2015. This poem recalls to my mind one or two people seen and heard many years ago walking along through the city of Melbourne whilst doing some shopping.