After Habakkuk 1:1-11
Complaint:
Why me lord why
me
why do you make
me
see the wrong
see the
injustice hate it
with my very
soul
why me, why make
me
speak the words
to the injustice
this saturation
of evil
darkness you
tolerate it
and make me
speak
Answer:
I bring a wind a
desert wind
a dry searing
wind to flatten
and abrade
grains of sand
whipping across
faces hot
and tearing it
is coming
from afar,
horsemen upon
steeds of death
destroying
the wind comes
burning
a heated flames
comes
Photograph by Lynn Greyling via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
1 comment:
May I not be afraid to look evil in the eye and call it what it is. May I be at peace with how the Lord shall respond, even as it purges my soul from superflous sentiments. (Superflous sentiments credited to Rose Wolfe @ livingfreewithdisabilities@wordpress.com)
Great poem Glynn
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