QUESTION

Why do you wake me in the early hours,

when the noisy world sleeps for just a brief moment,

snuffling, scratching, nocturnal creatures

hunting through to dawn.

I'm listening, waiting for your word of instruction,

teaching, or reminder of prophetic vision,

this world bleeding to death,

pale faced greed stalking the streets.

I sense impending wrath,

arrogant, defiant, tragic mankind

pollutes, defiles your precious pearl,

children breathing caustic air.

Few will be called and few saved,

but you will come in glory to harvest the land,

and those who would fight your truth

will fall to your sword,

their hands now powerless to capture and abuse.

Reigning in power and glory

your sheep will lie down in green pastures

and drink from crystal streams in a new world of everlasting peace.

Talitha Hills

2009