Fallen! Fallen!
Wailed the Beloved.
Toppled Towers' twisted tonnage tangled tangibly.
The Dust! The Dust!
Palpable presentiment; people press, plod, part, panic;
Collapse in despair and wail nationally.
Empty! Empty! are the skies.
She, whose skies were full of commerce,
now grieves as a widow.
Bitterly bemoaning in bedarkened abandonment—
Even her tears fail her in this malady.
Laughter! Laughter!
How her enemies mock her fall:
"She who was once mighty now sits in dust!"
She wraps herself in patriotism valiantly.
Meaningless! Meaningless!
Her brief period of mourning proved insincere:
Faux fessing of faith and Fatherhood feigned for friendly favors.
She adds sin upon sin unto her vanity.
Repent! Repent!
Therein is your salvation and your strength!
Yet she flees foolhardily for frittered fortunes, fell failure and future fires.
Sin has been her ruin yet she sinks further happily.
Have Mercy! Have Mercy!
O Lord and God we deserve not your grace,
But we beg, beseech, bid, bow, believe, beset and besiege Your Bench
For revival—the showers of blessing to heal our depravity!
- D. Benning
For thus says the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel:
“In returning and rest you shall be saved;
In quietness and confidence shall be your strength.”
But you would not...Isa. 30:15
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| Sunrise, North Dixon, 11-Sep-2015 |
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