I don’t know who feels this, maybe it’s just me,
But something deep inside’s been stirring quietly.
Not fear, not anxiety, not curiosity,
It’s an awareness settling heavy inside of me.
Hard to put words on it, harder to ignore,
Like something eternal knocking at the door.
God ain’t shouting through chaos or headlines on screens,
He’s opening eyes through conviction unseen.
The world looks the same, life keeps its pace,
Tech keeps advancing, people still chase
The same old dreams, the same old gold,
But something inside feels ancient and bold.
Like the Spirit is whispering to hearts that are His,
Not everyone hears it, but those who listen—
“Be still. Pay attention. The moment is near.”
Not panic, not hype, just holy fear.
I see believers shifting, discerning the weight,
Not just reading the Word, but sensing the date.
Scripture feels urgent, alive, and awake,
Like truth pressing hard for decision to make.
Even my own heart ain’t chasing the same,
Temporary pleasures just don’t hit the same.
My focus is lifting from dust and decay,
Toward eternal horizons that don’t fade away.
My spirit feels homesick for somewhere I’ve been,
Or somewhere I’m headed—can’t tell where or when.
Heaven feels closer than it did before,
Like memory stirring of a far greater shore.
We’re not in the dark like the world wants to be,
Not blind to the signs or asleep spiritually.
Children of light, of the day, not the night,
Awake while the world’s caught asleep in the fight.
In the last days, the Spirit pours out,
Not always with noise, but clarity cuts.
Young see the vision, the old start to dream,
Truth moving quiet but strong in between.
God’s waking up hearts, not with sirens or fear,
But quiet conviction that’s crystal clear.
Loosening fingers from things that don’t last,
Teaching our eyes not to live in the past.
This life feels strange, like I don’t quite fit,
Like I’m just passing through, not rooted in it.
Maybe that tension ain’t random or vague,
Maybe we’re seeing past part of the veil.
Our minds trapped in clocks, dates, moments, and years,
But God moves eternal beyond what appears.
And maybe what’s stirring, what we can’t explain,
Is eternity calling softly through time again.
A gentle awakening for those who will wait,
Who listen in silence and don’t take the bait.
Not everyone hears it, not everyone will,
But some of us feel it—and can’t sit still.
Johnheim_Goldberg
