Advent 2015
there’s a darkness spreading over our
land
a specter creeping into every facet of our lives
confusion, anxiety, fear, and lunacy
weave together a bizarre narrative
promulgated by an endless cadre of
talking heads,
he is she, she is he, boy is girl,
girl is boy
husband and husband, the law of the land
inclusion the new normal, unless there’s dissent
growing violence in the name of
religion or race
madness only eclipsed by the murder of our innocent
civility trampled, vulgarity worshipped
indecency celebrated, perversion embraced
timeless truths condemned, foundations abandoned
what can the righteous do, Lord?
who will stand; who will speak?
where do we stand; where do we speak?
our feeling of helplessness seemingly
suffocates
“The LORD reigns,
let the nations tremble.”
we declare it in our houses of
worship
while the daily assaults seek to disconnect
someone please light a candle, shine
some light
a grating voice, singing in the fog, sounds of Bob Dylan
“everything is broken”, everyone is
broken
and the media arrogantly proclaims
“God can’t fix this.”
“O Come, O Come, Emmanuel, and ransom
captive Israel.”
mark d. cooke, 12-4-15
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