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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) Oh Lord please tell me what Isaiah meant That “the wilderness and the dry land shall be glad; the desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus?” I look out at the full moon in the morning atop an unfinished Cube Smart Storage facility, the I-76 highway buzzes in the foreground. The rolling hills of empty tree tops just barely hiding the myriad of man made shapes beneath I cant stop looking at the moon, the sunrise at my back out of sight behind this worthless building but painting all the clouds around the moon with a gray-pink. I tear up thinking of a line that I could never quite get to work in a poem Give back to Caesar this un-beating heart And unto you oh God my soul depart. There's something there but its still kind of corny. Too forced, too rhythmic. I get a text from my foreman “Sorry was on the phone coming up now.” I see you God in the little moments, But they don't last very long. “Draw near O nations, to hear and give attention O peoples! Let the earth hear, and all that fills it. For the Lord is enraged against all the nations And furious against all their host; He has devoted them to destruction, has given them over to slaughter. Their slain shall be cast out, and the stench of their corpses shall rise; The mountains shall flow with their blood.” A truck passes by using its engine brakes BRAP BRAP BRAP BRAP “Thorns shall grow over its strongholds, nettles and thistles in its fortresses It shall be the haunt of jackals an abode for ostriches.” Ostriches on the highway, I’m into it. I don't really get off on the stench of corpses like Isaiah though. Why the love of vengeance Lord? I’d like to think Isaiah an imperfect messenger. But I get the anger over the destruction of nature Tell me Lord if this world will be destroyed? Will you let our selfishness destroy everything? It seems like its getting pretty close. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done. Please Lord protect the Earth and let me be an instrument for You, Eternal Love; And to help usher in The Kingdom Amen.
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