The fires in the sky
are burning away the leaves.
Causing forest fires,
which destroys our trees.
And yet we still stand there
and do nothing to help
like fire works were happening.
We loosen our grasp
which holds mother nature
in the grip of our hands.
Until mother earth
begins to take a stand
In chaos and destruction
will our lives suffer immensely
,but truly through
the fire that burns our freedom.
We must receive punishment
in order for each
and everyone to come
to an agreement.
In uniting us-a-people
to strike at our created problem
until it is solved
and put into good words
like the national anthem.
Still waters rage from the depths of hell.
The fiery furnaces’ forces propel.
No longer shall earth see speedwell or bluebell.
The cleansing fire has begun its deadly smell.
God’s created earth now feels its decadence.
Evil “ate” souls because men remained entranced.
Loosing self-restraint forced choosing right askance.
Strength and righteousness have lost their stance.
Azure dreams heap memories upon the seas.
White foam salts man’s wounds; usurped powers seize.
Disguised deceit winks on submerged marquees.
Lost freedom divides, crashes, burning jetties.
Unsuspecting factions can barely believe
How quickly schemes conceived deceive faith…naïve.
Smokey clouds hover as righteous ways leave.
The eye of God watches the faithless bereave.
Prophecies and signs help the faithful endure.
The earth rips asunder from places obscure.
The cleansing fire shall a paradise procure.
Freed by God’s begotten son, our Savior.
Written for Paula Swanson’s Contest – Blind Faith
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 22, 2010
Poetic form: Quatrain