Psalm 68
The nitrogen-rich snow falls on Zalmon and
As it melts ever so gently into
Rivulets of living water all
Fresh pristine pure,
Trickling, then cascading, life-
Giving, life-sustaining life-
Refreshing, a host of snow-
Angel women, all very
Human indeed,
Broadcast the Logos the εὐαγγέλιον
In songs of joy, their
Vibrant voices ringing out
Harmoniously over valleys and
Mountains and lakes and
Seas and islands.
On their song rides YHWH, King of Glory
Galloping in the ancient heavens
Scattering those who delight in war
Extinguishing those who destroy the earth, while
Bearing up the Beloved day after day.
The nations and empires are but
A drop in the bucket; they
Amount to nothing
Nothing at all
Posted on January 3, 2020, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
Leave a comment
Comments 0