In visions

When the water comes, and it will, on a peaceful summer morning, I’ll have tied a boat to the top of the bluff. ‘They’ said Pike’s Peak is supposed to be safe and dry. Maybe we should go there. The masses flee from Colorado, and all directions southwest. The splitting of earth, in the plains, and a flood emitting from its cracks. Great waters crash into the great shelfs of the lands jutting up to the bright blue, crashing together, emitting ear-piercing claps. The pieces of land fit together like a giant jigsaw across the firmament. Plumes of smoke and dust rise quickly settled by the sheets of rain and terrorizing winds from minute to minute, like Mother Nature is schizophrenic, and can’t make up its mind. Our plan doesn’t work, to wait in a giant lifeboat, a pocket of air until the 7 days was over. She on one side of the widening crevice, and me on the other, jumping and screaming in the final seconds. The bluffs loose a multitude of boulders rumbling to the ground, like facing a catapult of giants. The rocks explode. Before we have a chance to hold hands, the chasm opens miles wide, revealing secrets and all that was hidden to the eyes of man – his ego is big, but he doesn’t know everything, or really anything. Winds blow debris, and I see houses, trucks and cars strewn like crumpled papers across the sky. Age old trees uprooted like the tearing of weeds from our humble garden. Storm clouds gather and disappear. The sound and fury so deafening. I feel it to my core, my soul. God tells us not to despair, to hold faith. We hold to anything but mostly to each other like Rhesus monkeys in a frightened hug. It is as it has been, and always will be. Darkness swallows the whole of Terra. A host of lights descend in rapture between the pits of a ravenous fire and the blissful heavens. A multitude of souls flies to the heavens. The new earth, it waits. I say in my last few breaths, in the great transformation: ‘I’ll come for you, if it’s the last thing I do.’

Published by: frankmarquezwritings

I'm a writer, and have been for most of my adult life. Without making this sound like a resume, I wrote creatively in college, dabbling in poetry, short stories and play writing. Later, I became a journalist, public affairs specialist, copy editor and eventually a guy who ran his own newspaper. Now, I'm back to letting my imagination run wild in some new creations including a science-fiction novel. Somehow, I also managed to teach English to high school kids, and roam the battlefields of Afghanistan as a field historian. Field historian may be a misnomer considering all I did was write abstracts summarizing military unit profiles and missions that included hundreds of interviews of troops and contractors in combat. I grew up in a small town called Gering, Nebraska, before escaping to Pomona, California, where I spent my last two years of high school, graduating from Ganesha High School in 1983. I have a Bachelors in English from the University of La Verne (1987), and a Masters in Education from UNLV (2007). In between, I worked for government - the Army and TSA. I served tours in Panama, D.C., and Tokyo, all thanks to a teacher who encouraged me to see the world before I settled down. As hobbies, I run, hike and bicycle long distances. I have also been known to surf and ski. I now live in my hometown after moving back in June 2015. I get to see family on a regular basis, breath fresh air, and not have to ride the D.C. metro or get stuck in traffic. In fact, I ride my bicycle whenever I can. I'm happily married to my wife Lisa, and we watch over a pack of fur babies, our dog Charley, and three cats Spike, Bootsy, and Franky (his shelter name). If you should ever visit me in west Nebraska, be prepared to feast your eyes on paradise.

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