Sunday, April 23, 2017

Wept (Omega)



























As he approached Jerusalem and saw the city, he wept over it and said, “If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace – but now it is hidden from your eyes.”   Luke 19:41-42
I do not weep for the truth,
I weep because of the truth;
I weep for the futility,
I weep for the loss,
I weep for the waste,
I weep for the hopelessness;
I weep for the children,
I weep for the tragedy,
I weep for the sorrow,
I weep for the suffering,
I weep for the inevitability.
what now
America?
Sand Creek remembers
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Babylon Fallen


























standing on the edge;
if you listen hard,
you can hear
the last dying gasps
of dreams gone bad,
betrayed by their lusts,
abandoned by their principles,
strangled by their self-righteousness,
drowning in their hypocrisy;
destroyed by their greed;
the children shake with fear,
burned out shells,
well-preserved corpses,
waiting to collapse
into the beckoning grave
of their man-made utopia,
trapped within the walls
of their self-made
wisdom;
Babylon fallen,
forever.
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Babylon
















After this I saw another angel coming down from heaven. He had great authority, and the earth was illuminated by his splendor. With a mighty voice he shouted: “Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great! She has become a home for demons and a haunt for every unclean and detestable bird. For all the nations have drunk the maddening wine of her adulteries. The kings of earth committed adultery with her, and the merchants of earth grew rich from her excessive luxuries.” Then I heard another voice from heaven say: Come out of her, my people, so that you will not share in her sins, so that you will not receive any of her plagues, for her sins are piled up to heaven, and God has remembered her crimes. Give back to her as she has given; pay her back double for what she has done. Mix her a double portion from her own cup. Give her as much torture and grief as the glory and luxury she gave herself. In her heart she boasts, ‘I sit as a queen; I am not a widow, and I will never mourn.’ Therefore in one day her plagues will overtake her: death, mourning and famine. She will be consumed by fire, for mighty is the Lord God who judges her. “When the kings of the earth who committed adultery with her and shared her luxury see the smoke of her burning, they will weep and mourn over her. Terrified at her torment, they will stand far off and cry: ‘Woe! Woe, O great city, O Babylon, city of power! In one hour your doom has come!’   Revelations 18:1-10
O Babylon;
land of opulence and luxury,
kingdom of self-indulgence and lust,
home of instant gratification and decadence,
you use until there is nothing left to use,
you take until there is nothing left to take,
you lie dying in the filth of your own greed,
where is your pleasure now?
O Babylon;
trampling on the backs of those who have less,
stealing from those without the resources to fight back,
killing under the guise of righteousness and the greater good,
how long can the hypocrisy  remain hidden?
how long can you pretend
the misery and suffering doesn’t exist?
how long O Babylon?
surrounded by wealth and excess,
your children grow restless and bored,
turning to technology and machines,
ashamed of a legacy stained with innocent blood,
unable to reconcile the truth,
in the name of liberty and justice for all.
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Final Stand




















at last the sun begins to set,
the night does approach,
and it is here by your side
where I shall face
all that it has to bring,
it is here where I shall make
my final stand;
no more running,
no more hiding,
no more interference,
no more pretending;
no more fear;
traveling the miles and years,
without understanding or direction,
without purpose or clarity,
once again the bullshit and
all that is unimportant
begins to fade,
the uncertainty passes,
withering roots come back to life,
brave new universes patiently wait,
seeking shelter within cool pockets
of summer shade,
the land of promise lies ahead,
we have waited for this moment
all our lives,
we have come home
to live;
we have come home
to die;
take my hand,
together we will survive
the destruction,
together we shall face
the final storm;
together we shall
make this final stand.
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Redemption


















“When these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.”   Luke 21:28
another day begins,
another day ends,
how many days are left?
let me count the days;
we have become a society
of death,
a cult of iniquity,
violent predators obsessed with
fresh new victims,
laughing at misery,
taking delight in suffering,
fascinated by the pain of others,
immune to the cries for mercy,
lost in fantasy and delusion,
appearing to have a form
of godliness,
yet denying the power;
the hope rises within,
the time is almost here,
home only a moment away,
lift up your heads,
for your redemption draws near;
no more shall we hunger,
no more shall we thirst,
no more shall the sun beat down,
no more shall the heat scorch,
we shall lie down at springs
of living water;
every tear shall be wiped away.
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Desperation


























now the end may begin,
lost in this swirling
world of never,
eyes dressed incognito,
egos disguised by humility,
enemies in the shape of friends,
make for the worst
of them all,
you never see them coming,
until they have passed you by;
and by then,
it’s always too late;
the movement continues
like liquid wildfire,
consuming all there is,
right or wrong hanging within
a delicate balance,
fools following forsaken
roads of folly,
on their way to this or that,
innocence never the issue,
something for nothing,
one for all,
everything for anybody,
some things for nobody;
this garden no longer grows,
fruit lies dying on the vine,
hope has no future here,
fertility fails,
fixations no longer provide a thrill,
sinking deep into the
oblivion below,
sink or swim,
desperation makes its strong argument
for justification,
survival separates the living
from the dead;
words once spoken
can never be returned.
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An Uneasy Interruption
















in the end,
I will fade away
like the early morning dawn,
quietly changing from darkness
into light,
without a sound,
without a fight,
a passing whisper,
in the middle of the
dark, crisp night;
we all do,
we all will,
we simply have
little choice;
words will mean very little,
relationships even less,
memories but a brief moment,
an uneasy interruption,
a passing vapor,
in a world of swirling mist;
I have been to the mountaintop,
I have peered into the oblivion below,
I have heard the small still voice,
I have known the touch
of His calm, cool hand;
words will never be enough.
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