Is this desperation’s last breath
Or surrender’s first fatal sigh,
Looking the firestorm in the eye?
Seeing its heart, its depth and breadth,
Its maelstrom flames embracing death;
Pain remains the last sensation,
Smoke-seared final desolation;
Leaving no charring dream unscorched –
Embers turned to cinders, a torched
Future… lost in immolation
Written following Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – #05 “Eye”
A time will come called Judgement Day,
Too late to turn toward the Light;
Realise then you’ve lost the fight,
Too late to sink to knees and pray,
As yokes of sin on those left weigh
Darkest evil -terrible, great –
Will enslave, cast down… decimate…
None may know the hour, none know when –
Be warned, be wise, for until then
It’s not yet writ… there is no fate.
Written following Ronovan’s Weekly Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – #05 “Mate”
A world made for peace
Accursed by the pride of men
Sacrificed in greed
And the tears of our children
Foreshadow sorrow for all
written in response to this Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #31 – ‘peace’ and ‘tear’
“Son of man, say to Pharaoh king of Egypt and to his hordes:
“‘Who can be compared with you in majesty?
Consider Assyria, once a cedar in Lebanon,
with beautiful branches overshadowing the forest;
it towered on high,
its top above the thick foliage.
The waters nourished it,
deep springs made it grow tall;
their streams flowed
all around its base
and sent their channels
to all the trees of the field.
So it towered higher
than all the trees of the field;
its boughs increased
and its branches grew long,
spreading because of abundant waters.
All the birds of the sky
nested in its boughs,
all the animals of the wild
gave birth under its branches;
all the great nations
lived in its shade.
It was majestic in beauty,
with its spreading boughs,
for its roots went down
to abundant waters.
The cedars in the garden of God
could not rival it,
nor could the junipers
equal its boughs,
nor could the plane trees
compare with its branches—
no tree in the garden of God
could match its beauty.
I made it beautiful
with abundant branches,
the envy of all the trees of Eden
in the garden of God.
“‘Therefore this is what the Sovereign Lord says:
Because the great cedar towered over the thick foliage,
and because it was proud of its height,
I gave it into the hands of the ruler of the nations,
for him to deal with according to its wickedness.
I cast it aside, and the most ruthless of foreign nations cut it down and left it.
Its boughs fell on the mountains and in all the valleys;
its branches lay broken in all the ravines of the land.
All the nations of the earth came out from under its shade and left it.
All the birds settled on the fallen tree, and all the wild animals lived among its branches.
Therefore no other trees by the waters are ever to tower proudly on high,
lifting their tops above the thick foliage.
No other trees so well-watered are ever to reach such a height;
they are all destined for death, for the earth below,
among mortals who go down to the realm of the dead.
Z ephaniah warns
I srael and the whole world
P rophet of judgement
a loose interpretation of today’s prompt at The Daily Post, inspired by the Old Testament’s book of Zephaniah
His love and justice,
Both soft and hard sides of God:
Sacrifice; judgement –
Salvation through faith by grace,
Yet all are held to account
A tanka written in response to Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #28 – “Hard” and “Soft”
Upon my own scales
My life viewed, weighed, and measured –
Found sorely wanting
written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post
Don’t waste a moment
Make the choice: Light or darkness
Eternity calls . . .
written in response to a prompt at Haiku Horizons – “waste”
Neither hot nor cold
I shall spit you from my mouth –
Because you are lukewarm
written in response to this week’s prompt at Haiku Horizons – “cold”, and inspired by Revelation 3:16
A plague on Pharaoh
Swarms of locusts shall descend
Devouring your land
written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post and inspired by Exodus 10
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