Come
look and see
the destruction of the earth
there the scars
the rent
and
broken bones of creation
push forth in cataclysm
while the howling heavens
crash like crystal spheres
shattering all around
a symphony of finality
till faint within the chaos
small strains of harmony sing
a reordering emerges
a re-creation is built
to the words
to the Word
that echoes to time’s end
"BEHOLD I AM MAKING ALL THINGS NEW"
all things new
and all new things
are best built upon the bones of the dead
for the garden grows strongest
that is graveyard planted
while the tree blooms first
that is rooted in what once was
and will be again
Very good Pete. Excellent truth for the spring gardeners toting forth precious seed. Shall we eat it or plant it? Discipline should be quickly mastered. Straying a bit but, that\’s about normal for me! Loved the poem.j
Thanks J – really appreciate your comments!