From River to the Sea: Part Four

On this disturbed land, where prophets walked, between the river and the sea, the Sun rests on the abyss where peace seems to be impossible. Is it God's supreme offering? The righteous ones compose fires of faith burning down the house; they're rewarded with serene after-life. A pensive drowned voice sometimes ascends, suing for peace, careless of the vast noise of war. In the furious lapping of their tides, lords of war mirror each other, their storm blessed by religious awakening; at their feet is a land turned to cemetery, silence, night. 'And Christ will appear a second time, to bring salvation to those waiting for him'. The voice dances by the fireside.