THESE DAYS

THESE DAYS

I see G- D
In trees, birds, and bees

I hear him in
Music,
Hummed
Sung,
And drummed

I feel him in
Wind.
Rain,
And silent pain
I know him by name

These days I know no
Church,
Building programs,
Groups,
Or rules

I hear no call
Respond to no
Man,
Woman,
Pastor, deacon, bishop
At all, someone dropped the ball

I feel no
Guilt,
Burden or
Tug to conform to a plan
I’m delivered from man

These days
I see rocks thrown
At armored trucks
Bomb strapped children
Climbing into a bus

I hear deafening
Groans,
Moans from gaping mouths
And mothers silent screams
It isn’t a dream

I feel hearts
Bleeding from
Nails,
Screws,
Bolts and
Bodies ground to the bone

These days
I see running
To and fro
with nowhere to go

I hear
War cries to
The slaughter of
Oursons and daughters

I feel
Angry,
Sad and
Denied a voice
To make a choice

I know the hook has caught
The jaw and
The camel has fallen
Under the last straw

These days
Someday is
Today
Last days
Coming to pass days

Selah

THESE DAYS

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