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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