January 2017 - the Leader

JANUARY 2017 – THE LEADER Hoofbeats from a strange land, As cascading Thunder roared, upon the horse of prosperity, he rode purposely, Many embraced him as disciples, Others laughed and jeered, A fool has come today, But his garments are fine, Not a son of god nor prophet, But rain in a drought, For the thirsty, Who had tasted sand, A destroyer for others, ancient dams would fall, Thunder, blessings, cursing’s, For The Leader had come, A Time of fear for her, A Time of hope for him, They danced in bitterness, Why this volatile disunion, The Leader on his day, Shouted visions for disciples, unbelievers swam in confusion, Many cried and screamed, Alas, James Kirk-Wiggins (c) 2017