A song to Ariel

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.