The Fall

"...for they have forsaken the fountain of living water." - Jeremiah 17:13

The selfish designs of the rich benefit all.
Look, a rising tide lifts all boats;
for those lucky enough to have a boat.
Most drown, too tired and worn
to swim against the current again.
It is as though there is a potter in the sky
shaping evil against all orphans,
reminding widows of their constant loss,
holding up fingers for the blind to count,
caging the oppressed in their freedom,
shredding any good news for the poor.
Now one must stand in line to bow obeisances
to heavy pockets at the pinnacle of might.
The fall from there will be praiseworthy.
The cries a brute makes on crashing
to the ground of all being
will be a welcome sound
to those with ears to hear.

Fall Days

To return to the books of prophetic doom
seems extreme on lazy fall days such as these.

Don't worry about proper lunch companions.
The messiah will return when we are ready.

Too many ransom themselves to the futile
ways inherited from their fathers and mothers.

Honesty comes in many forms of complexity.
Be the fire that raises beauty from the ashes.