“Woe unto you that desire the day of the LORD! to what end is it for you? the day of the LORD is darkness, and not light.”
From the comers of universe the watchers arrived to watch the return of the anointed one. Those awakened below slowly gathered their wits, their minds groggy with the millennia of sleep while those awake beheld his glory in the heavens above. War trumpets called to war trumpets, fierce peals of thunderous voices rumbled and flamed over the rent earth with cloven tongued messages of fire too frightening for frail humanity to bear.
This was not a day for rejoicing … it was a day for hiding.