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What Message is Getting Through

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There is deafening noise all around,
You cannot escape it wherever you are bound.
A violent roar angry, loud and explosive,
So loud, oh so loud, it turns into a weapon so corrosive.
Noise so big, so loud, so hot and molten,
Your message is lost to all, dispelled, no longer golden.

There is violence in the streets below.
People breaking in, as people once friends turn to foes.
Glass shatters, bricks explode, fire flames and licks,
The guilty or innocent such destruction has no pick.
Businesses, homes, people damaged or wiped away,
Taken out by waves of fury again today.

There are tidal waves of age old lies,
How many deaths will be enough to die?
Leaders so corrupted they cannot smell their stench,
Plans roll out to which they've plied their wrench.
This has nothing to do with "we the people",
Much to do with the torn down steeple.

No longer can I hear the message,
No longer can I read the passage,
No longer can I find reason for sanity,
No longer do I see any recognization of dignity.
The locusts have passed again and again,
I cannot hear through their violent, wicked din.

There is one promise to which I cling,
One taste of tomorrow despite todays sting.
Jesus came and died, He the only perfect One,
He rose from death His victory won.
He is returning, He is coming back,
In Him alone resides all the understanding we lack.

Until then though I struggle to hear your voice,
Do you think there is another sane choice?
This paints a picture of evil reigning,
Of the worst of all humanity demanding,
Their way or no way, life or death,
It seems your intent to steal away our last breath.

There is deafening racket all around,
No escape no matter where you're bound.
A violent roar, angry, loud and explosive,
So loud, oh so loud, it turns into a weapon so corrosive.
Noise so BIG, so LOUD, SO hot, SO molten,
Your message is lost to all, dispelled, no longer golden.

----dfav
4/20/2021

Press On

art & photo by dfav, edited using PhotoGrid
Someone, somewhere struggles beneath the load.
A voice cries in the din of babble for help.
Broken hearts know defeat and bitter disappointment.
Ears bleed covered with scars from lies upon lies told.
Are you the someone buckling and going down?
Press on,
Stand.

Someone, somewhere is being beaten down.
Voices silently plea, "Please, right this wrong."
Believer's hearts sicken and struggle as we fall.
Senses know the stench of cheap knockoff gowns.
Are you the someone struggling to breath?
Press on,
Stand.

Someone, somewhere looks up one more time.
A voice calls strong and sure and heard right now.
Broken hearts grasp one more hope to engage.
Jesus is whispering, 'Press on, you are a child of mine.'
When you've done all you can do to stand--
Press on,
Stand.

Listen to His word O wounded one, for He is here.
With you to every corner and to the ends of the world.
You are not alone regardless what human eyes see.
He understands Your weariness, brokenness and tears.
This world is not your home.
Press on,
Stand.

---dfav 1/22/2021

I don’t know who, and I will never likely know but someone, somewhere needs this reminder today. With all that’s going on in our world right now, maybe more than one someone. Even myself. Know that this morning someone, somewhere prayed that God would meet your needs, right where you are. May His blessings flow over you.

—-dfav