Poem for my soul. Lord help me.

As if the earth and heavens were passing
With a great noise and shaking it passes
Yet traveleth to life beyond.

But why are you here?
Why are there only a few who notice it?
Yes, a great mystery to its victim-
Looking where there is no God
And with ears closed to the trumpets' sound

The God of heaven exclaimed!
"Urgency" - while a sudden disaster comes.
The coming of groaning, pain, and endless misery.

Why can't you see?
This way of destruction
The kind that forbids forgiveness
And tears measured in endlessness

Yes you came here!
Because you traveled years and days
In search of gold
Lost in self-profit and self satisfaction.
While the chariots long in coming,
Returning the path seems hard-
Hope was lost, purpose robed, eternity defeated.