Transition

Poem By Steven Federle

The generals line-up, war-plans
in withered hands, ready to strike
the children.

But do not fear this transition!
For above the black clouds, know that He lingers,
Ready to strike!

Then will the blind see and the deaf hear.
Then will we leap for joy
As the mute break forth
In song!

Isaiah 35: 1-6A - 10.


(10 Dec 2016)

Comments about Transition

Such a nice poem, S. F. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
'The generals line-up, war-plans in withered hands, ready to strike the children.' another sad truth, war tends to kill more civilians than soldiers


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