The Three Will Not Avert the Four
Divination
Insolence
False hopes
And folly
These all the fashion
My City gone astray
If they had
Countered
The puff of
Pillow prophets
Could have averted
The dooms
I speak today.
Famine and pestilence
Rabid beasts
And swords’ blood
These swiftly coming
To men who
Thought me blind.
Peace and permissiveness
Their fruit
Of vain imaginings
Damning detritus
Soon scattered
To the wind.
Had I heard Noah
In prayer for
All their failings
Daniel or Job
Approach my bar
To plead
They would have scarcely
Come safely
From the cauldron
Bearing none other
For whom
They intercede.
Yet still a remnant
I scatter to wild places
They know I do see
And hear
The feasts of fools
They tell a world
Jehovah judges rightly.
They seek a place
Where only
Their God rules.
(Ezekiel 14)
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