Dreaming of the End — a Ballade

Last Friday, I posted my paint chip prompt without my poem. I promised to post it by Monday and here it is. While it is fictional, in that I haven’t actually had this dream, it is loosely based on my interpretation of what I’ve learned studying the book of Revelation. The evil and hate that we so struggle to understand in this world will one day all be swept away.

As a reminder, the three paint chip words and phrases I chose to use were Rocky Mountains, avalanche, and polished stones. I’m not sure I’m totally happy with how this turned out, but it’s my first attempt at a Ballade. Just coming up with enough rhyming words for the b rhymes was tough.

Dreaming of the End

I had a dream of happenstance
Into the future I was thrown
Expecting to see mankind's great advance
What I saw left me chilled to the bone
No one else there, just me alone
I could not see my family, my friends
Landscape was flattened, birds all flown
Where are you now, Rocky Mountains?

My dream warped back to an avalanche
It started small but quickly had grown
The mighty mountains it did loudly cranch
Boulders it caused to heave and groan
This catastrophe caused me to cry and moan
As trees were felled by the thousands
It seemed I would lose all I had known
Where are you now, Rocky Mountains?

I realized in comfort I'd become entrenched
This dream, still future, changed my tone
As raised from the rubble was an olive branch
Along with spectacular polished stones
Then I saw evil finally dethroned
As our world from violence God cleansed
Gone was the sin for which Christ had atoned
And where are you now, Rocky Mountains?

There in my dream I witnessed God's throne
Streams of living water flowed from fountains
From seeming disaster came the perfect capstone
You are now God's glory, mighty mountains