The Future Comes

Times are changing
Prophecy fulfilled
But I am unmoved.

Things will get worse
Before they get better.

Neither scared
Nor excited.

Tomorrow brings what it brings.
As of yet, nothing's changed.

Being at war
Makes it no more real.
Impossibly remote
More children die.

But here
Nothing's changed.

When the future comes
When change arrives
Then I will fight
And adapt
And continue
Wanting to do good
Doing what I want not
And being forgiven.

A reflection on my rather neutral and passive response to the night before's church youthgroup, where we dug up some prophecies about the End Times that looked pretty much like they fit the current world situation.
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