An Ode to an Eclipse
While standing at the entrance
Of a most unusual gate
I couldn’t help but notice
The increase in strife and hate
A perfectly choreographed dance
With nothing left to chance
Ringlets of ribbon on fire
Demanding each eye view higher
Looking for chinks in the armor
Or a hoe in the hand of a farmer
Yet every crime was forged and sealed
Leaving one thought to be revealed
Stages are set by the hands of men
And fates are sealed with the stroke of a pen
But no one can align the planets
Or move the moon and stars
So perhaps we should pay attention
To the brightest Morning Star
He’s speaking from the Heavens
Do you have ears to hear?
If so you’ll find there’s nothing
That you will need to fear
For He holds the earth in the palm of His hand
His eyes upon her walls
Engraved with love for Jerusalem
And her ancient city walls
8.4.24
