2020
the year the state silenced the praising of God
churches sat empty
the temples of commodities were crammed to overflowing
while the pews turned cold
and many they were, the eyes that closed, unseeing in the darkness of fear
many also, were the prophets who rang the bells
Fear not, fear not, fear not
for plagues are not scouring the land
but fear is being sowed by the reaper bearing gifts
of chaos, destruction and dread and so,
Dear
don’t take em,
the gifts are halting the praising of God, don’t you see
fear feeds on fear
but, Praising lifts up the love that it sees.
Fear not
Fear naught.
Fear
not.
For
Your Helper stands by the side of the busy road
‘Be passersby’ He said long ago
to the ones that measure God in the brain
this high, this low, just so
He smiles and says
‘Not so’, to the ones that treasure man by his means
and not simply for the light in her Soul
for, He also said
‘A grapevine has been planted outside of the Father,
but since it is not strong, it will be pulled up by its roots
and shall pass away’
Fear not.