Sunday, July 30, 2017

I pick my way


After Isaiah 34-35

I pick my way
among the ruins
the cracked stones
the smashed columns
the streets overgrown
with grass
and I wonder what
did this city, these people
do to earn the broken pavement,
the wind filled with dust.


Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

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