As in the Days of Noah
Hearts of men have grown cold. Self-loves sow a
Bitterroot of hate, malice, neglect...lust
Just as it was in the days of Noah.
Evil is good. Good is evil: show a
Perversion of life, morals, truth, love...trust.
The Son of Man shall return. Halloa!
Churches compromising the Truth blow a
Trumpet of apostasy, lies, sin...rust.
Just as it was in the days of Noah.
Unheard cries of unborn babes ; though a
Killed elk gets “Amazing Grace”, wake...Unjust!
The Son of Man shall return. Halloa!
God has been rejected. Self-gods throw a
Propagandised blanket, deceit, a...crust.
Just as it was in the days of Noah.
Still, there’s hope. Focus in the Word. Know a
Closed door nears for salvation...judgement...just.
Just as it was in the days of Noah.
The Son of Man shall return. Halloa!
4.17.2021©deborah burch
Villanelle
*Halloa (Hal-lo-a): a very loud exclamation; shout, to draw or get one’s attention.
Sherlock Holmes and Watson made
A duo fighting crime
The wise detective and his friend
The greatest in their time!
It all began with 'Gloria Scott'
When old man Trevor died
Sherlock then, to help his friend
His hobby theories tried
Whether Naval Treaties lost
Or strange Red-headed League
Holmes and trusty Watson solved
Conundrums and intrigue
Whether 'twas the Second Stain
Or swan at Abbey Grange
Those dearest fellows smoked their pipes
On matters grave and strange
If Watson never understood
'Till matters did conclude
It sometimes seems 'twas Holmes's fault
That things were misconstrued
Then there came the felons' dread
The sudden shout, "Halloa!"
And Watson, sometimes young Lestrade
Would run to see below
I think, perhaps, that Watson's mind
Was sharper yet than ours
For putting up with Holmes's quirks
Could be like counting stars