We have arrived; will we survive?

The year was 2012. The first day of the new year was bundled in by flurries of urgent snow, and hovering dark clouds sympathized with the grim and despondent hearts of the people. The joy of a new beginning was shadowed by the threat of an ancient prophecy....

Sounds like the beginning of a book people might take seriously, doesn't it? With all the dire predictions revolving around the ominous year 2012, it's amazing people haven't started to panic. I suppose most people don't take the Mayan calendar that seriously. I don't myself, but I can't help wondering if something big will happen in 2012, even if it's not the end of the world. I don't believe that the Mayans truly knew when the end of the world would be, for only God the Father knows -- as Jesus Christ said Himself. But the Mayans were great scientists and could predict, through knowledge and research, many other things, so perhaps there will be some big event that happens this year. Perhaps it will be something readily observable, like a large earthquake, or something not as visible to the common person, like the death of a few stars. Who knows? But I believe in my heart that no one knows -- nor can know -- the hour of the End, and therefore we must constantly be ready.

My New Year's resolution is to keep on living as I have before, only better. I want to love more, laugh more, sing more, dance more, read more, write more, be more silent and caring, and ultimately grow closer to God. That is my goal. I don't care when the End comes; I just want to be ready to meet my Maker.

Here is a silly poem I wrote awhile ago:

"Dabbling in Drowsy"

So does genius run its course,
And when the mind has cried "Enough!"
I can't but muse that all this stuff
Is merely just a bit of fluff.

But give me room to plead my case,
To sleep upon my puzzled face --
And when the moon has lost its race
I'll bet upon another horse.

Whistling doesn't clear my brains,
It rather blends them all as sand --
Label me a one-man band,
With blarney scribbled o'er my hand.

Should I weep for what is not?
Like apples shared or gone to rot,
I'd rather stay in the frying pot --
When it pours, it never rains.

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When I graduate from high school this year, I'm going to make a shirt that says "Class of 2012 -- We survived!"

Unless the End comes before then. Only God knows.

"The best way to prepare for death is to spend every day of life as though it were the last." -St. Philip Neri

Happy New Year!

Pax,
Clare