A special session of Congress
Called
To consider what to do
With the millions
Soon to be billions
Approaching our shores
Arriving from foreign shores
Crossing unprotected borders
Piling up on our city streets
Slowing traffic
Overwhelming our resources
Silencing the din of the city
No one showed up
In Congress
As a Snow Emergency
Had been declared
Music, both sacred and profane,
an elephant in cellophane,
a boa constrictor bowing a cello,
aluminum and lemon Jello -
these are things Ms. Andrews missed
as on her favorite things, she dished.
Whispers of autumn's approach, Apocalyspe ready to roll?
Heaven had seen one struggle. Good and evil clashed,
which found Lucifer & Staff cast to earth in shame.
Why in his hometown did Jesus bind his own control?
At Babel, mighty men plotted strength and had crashed.
God upset their language; now we all play word games.
Are whispers of autumn a mere oversight - why bother?
Nazareth had its little gods, folks with too much clout.
Christ had set his sights on this earth with infinite foresight -
coupled with hindsight, the timely wisdom of His Father.
Does God cloud the eyes and ears of those who dare to doubt?
Who knows? sovereign perspective, way beyond my sight.
Welcome whispers to earth as our world nears rock bottom -
inconvenient, noisesome insights from Agent Autumn.
My oversight on life has left me going nowhere
Just outside an open hut in Ethiopia
Fields of dust gather for the harvest
A lunar land with rocks and craters
With souls piled up in graves
Stay just as quiet with the people
Who have so much in common with the land
A golden sun will come to comfort them
To cover them in blankets of the earth
In Ethiopia just outside the hut
There are no windows made of glass
People are not working on a tan
Or Lying about on blankets in the sand
It is an idle curiosity for Americans
To watch a population grow to zero
With so much attention given to the gangs
To details, to rocks, to fields of dust
In God we trust and with Him gangsters
It's November 27th and it's 52 degrees Fahrenheit
This is Canada, what's happening, Mother Nature's oversight?
Should be freezing our buns
But it's really quite welcome
Hope I never wake up from this magical night
© Jack Ellison 2015
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