The Last Day

I've seen two references to the amazing poem The Last Day by the Australian poet Kevin Hart. One at Ben Meyer's blog and also over at Brad East's blog (two theologian-bloggers who love poetry).

Hart's poem is a beautiful eschatological meditation.

The Last Day
When the last day comes
A ploughman in Europe will look over his shoulder
And see the hard furrows of earth
Finally behind him, he will watch his shadow
Run back into his spine.

It will be morning
For the first time, and the long night
Will be seen for what it is,
A black flag trembling in the sunlight.
On the last day

Our stories will be rewritten
Each from the end,
And each will hear the fields and rivers clap
And under the trees

Old bones
Will cover themselves with flesh;
Spears, bullets, will pluck themselves
From wounds already healed,
Women will clasp their sons as men

And men will look
Into their palms and find them empty;
There will be time
For us to say the right things at last,
To look into our enemy’s face

And see ourselves,
Forgiven now, before the books flower in flames,
The mirrors return our faces,
And everything is stripped from us,
Even our names.

--From The Flame Tree

My favorite part?

There will be time
For us to say the right things at last...

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