Faintest Sigh
I am convinced that no one on
planet earth, or outer space,
or in a place we call hell,
will descend or ascend to rush
to America's rescue. If they could
but muster the resolve, or if they had
the desire and will, they would surely
deliver us from ourselves. Such an "IF"
is the faintest of probabilities, and their inabilities
are most unfortunate. Nevertheless, even in these late
hours, there is a God beyond space and time who is able,
ready, and willing to hear our cry, even if it's but our faintest sigh.
092923PS
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