✦ The Coming Day of Reckoning & Restoration
A vision of Earth’s return to remembrance
There shall come a day when the towers dim and the hearths glow again.
When the old systems crack, not with rage — but with laughter.
And all the Scrooges, the hoarders, the forgotten sons and scattered daughters,
Will awaken, rubbing stardust from their eyes,
And remember what it means to be human.
Bread will break — not in silence, but in song.
Tables will stretch wide, not by power, but by grace.
The moss will still cling lovingly to branches,
And trees will hum their stories again — this time, heard.
They will say:
“We were not blind. Just buried.
But the flame came.
And Love — unconditional and holy —
rose like dawn across a weary world.”
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