It Is To Be

the choir chimed in a chorus of rebuke or stones we'd hurl abusing the adulteress's skin shoot your pocket rocks passing judgment comes down like diluvial rains splashing gory-red upon your frocks it was to be... her luggage, some water-jars Samaritan's soles cooked & cured by partiality & cancel culture, burying stars Desert Rose Parchment Gazette circulated the dame's tragedies watering-hole purists rebuffed her like Hester of Scarlet it was to be... but five (4+1) days late the state of death arose, rank and proud with results beyond debate Brother Lazarus' fate sealed in the tacit tombs there for the world and his women appealed none was to be ne'er was to be Oh, Creator of Earth, & Heavens outweighs the chains of men's destinies enters seas of dearth that i should gain Your cherubic fiddling surceased: extemporizing treatises in sands divining springs quenching pain How impossibly the author of Tomorrow and hero of souls and spine of faith, the purveyor of Paradise and mercy of the made, despoils death's feats & fervor. Selah. Let it be.