After Isaiah 29
I sing a song to
Ariel,
the city of God,
the city
set upon a hill,
a song
of mourning and
lament,
the Ariel to be
sacrificed
in the midst of
its festivals
and
celebrations, the thief
coming in the
night, a pillager
to slaughter my
Ariel,
to raze my
Ariel,
my city on a
hill.
The hungry man
will awaken
and still be
hungry.
My Ariel seeks
to the clay
and rejects the
stone.
Photograph by Alex Grichenko via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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