Sunday, September 3, 2017


After Isaiah 46-47

They chase and catch
and bow and kneel
and worship their images,
images created by themselves,
images of gold and silver,
images created of themselves

I am
there is no other

The city of images will fall
the city bowing down to selves
will fall, stripped bare,
left in silence and darkness
and the ruin of dust and
stone and rock, a ruin
no spell or sorcery
can restore, dust in your eyes
and noses and ears, blinding
and suffocating and deafening

I am
there is no other

Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Images. Used with permission.

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