There is one City
full of all things:
Hate, violence, schemes,
Gossips, slander, accusations,
Intoxicating highs, and lies,
Random acts of violence,
Uncertain safety, fast cars,
Frustrations,
And the talk of evil men
that lurk in secret places
for easy victims
at home or abroad.
It is a City where guns, knives,
And weapons of mass destruction
are a way of life,
and the illusion of abundance.
Some people call this
Peace and Liberty.
Dark clouds hover
over this City.
Then there is a City
Well ordered, in a valley,
Vast and Expanding into the horizon.
It is quiet.
The people walk about freely.
They go about their endeavors,
Laboring to build and create;
Caring for the people of the City,
Caring for the trees, the rivers,
The hillside and all the creatures
Who live there.
Violence is not heard of in this City.
There is a calm like at dusk that hovers
Over this City.
All things flow together in this City,
Like a pleasant river on its way to the blue sea.
The light of this City is different also,
Not like the light of the sun,
It is a sunless light, a pure light.
The people of this city rejoice
As they walk
In this light that is over them.
You see- they knew the City they
Once escaped from, with its promises
Of freedom and abundance
Only to be disillusioned by the pain
They felt every day when they lived there.
But, Now is a New Time.
Ps. 48: 12, 13, 14
Read all of Psalm 48- and see the Glory of our God
Shalam,
Zarach