The last cast?

[Guest Mike Connor]

The last trump, rolled and echoed through the universe again,

although the poor tired angel blowing, feared it was in vain.

God was very angry, and summoned his celestial army,

"Where are they then?" he asked, "Or am I going barmy?".

 

"My instructions were quite clear I thought, I know I said,

before the trump has ended, I want the living and the dead,

assembled here before me, to answer for their time on Earth,

and nobody is here yet, what were my words then worth?"

 

Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Chamuel, Jophiel and Zadkiel,

looked rather sheepless, they knew how God might feel,

"Well God", said Michael bravely, (although feeling rather queasy),

"This is one of those commands whose execution is not easy".

 

"EASY!!!!!", thundered God, and the heavens shook and shivered,

"You are an archangel, and have no right, to be so chicken livered,

I don´t want excuses, bring the masses here at once, post haste,

depart, begone, cease this babble, and my precious time to waste.

 

Rather worried, Michael addressed God once more, quite humble,

and due to nervousness, and maybe even fear, he could only mumble,

"SPEAK UP" Thundered God, "I can not understand a single word",

Clearing his throat, and facing God, Michael finally then dared.

 

"The problem is quite simple, you said you wanted every single being,

and we have all but one, and even he is not intent on fleeing".

"WHO DARES TO QUESTION GOD, AND ARMAGEDDON?",

"Well it is an angler, who just won a bid on e-bay for a perfect Heddon"

 

"He swears by all that´s holy, that all the angels, devils, even God,

are not going to stop him, trying out his brand new fishing rod"

"GET PETER HERE", said God, "He knows about these things,

send him down to see the man, and explain what Armageddon brings".

 

Peter arrived at once, and asked "What´s the problem this time folks?".

"The problem is", said God, "We are held up, by one of your fishing blokes,

the last trump sounded several times, and still he just ignores the call,

get down there, and tell him, that soon the very heavens will fall".

 

"OK God", said Peter, and went upon his way, to try and intervene,

and he eventually arrived on Earth, and hastened to the stream.

"Alright mate?", he hailed the angler, " Are you doing any good?",

"I also have a soft spot for those antique rods, well made of wood".

 

"Would you like to have a throw", our angler asked, wading to the bank,

"Why that´s very kind of you, I will", said Peter, hastening to thank.

Aeons passed, mountains crumbled, seas dried, rocks turned to dust,

No sign of Peter or the angler was forthcoming, and God did what he must.

 

Descending to the Earth, he too approached the lovely sparkling river,

and hailed the anglers, who had not noticed him, although the ground did

quiver,

"Oh, hello God", said Peter, "I do apologise for this extremely long delay,

but one simply can not cast a lovely rod like this one every day".

 

"ARE YOU CRAZY?", thundered God, "Have you not an inkling why,

I am here on earth ?". "Never mind that now", said Peter, "Just have a little

try".

God snatched the rod, and tried a throw, and still greater ages passed,

the world has still not ended, because God is having "one last cast!".

 

Seraphim und cherubim, the angels,and all the other ranks and stations,

returned more or less to normal, doing miracles, and making revelations,

Some wondered now and then, but soon forgot, the end of the world and why,

and God forgot it too, and simply carried on, with Peter, fishing with a

fly.

 

TL

MC

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