OK, I get it.
Nobody knows
the day or the hour,
not even the angels of heaven.
(Not being
one of the angels of
heaven, I know I don’t
know when that hour will come.)
And Jesus,
I know that you
know not the hour or the
day, but God alone has time’s command.
But to be perfectly honest, now,
if you could say to God, “Today
would be Just Fine
to return…”
That would be fine with me.
A poem/prayer based on Matthew 24:36-44, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel reading for Year A, First Sunday of Advent.
The image of Christ is painted on the outside wall of the Church of Saint James the Greater, Sankt Georgen am Langsee, Carinthia, Austria. Photo by Johann Jaritz / CC BY-SA 4.0, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=43256814.
ordainedgeek 
This should be inducted into the hall of best last lines.
Thank you so much!
I suspect that my actual response to an actual end of history on an actual day-I-did-not-expect-it would sound more like, “Oh. That’s today? Oops. Um. Did I not read that Scripture/commentary/letter/email?”