Are The Four Horsemen Riding?
Blue skies hover over the land
With wispy white clouds waltzing around.
The filtering sun's rays are so grand
As the cooling breezes waft the fragrant scents of the warm ground.
Small and great birds soaring in the sky
Adding color and design above, but shadow below.
Calling to each other, we know not what, as they do fly.
The scene above makes a serene and exquisite tableau.
But down below something has gone terribly awry;
Maye the birds are mourning the loss of life, homes, crops and peace.
For the people and animals are in chaos in the midst of the hue and cry.
Thus creating fear born out of hate and uncertainty that won't cease.
Combined with horrendous storms, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions and droughts
Are the violent clandestine unrests erupting into pitiless wars.
Now common sense and sanity have little claim on mankind's thoughts,
For the secret schemes and lies mushroom ripping off the scabs of barely healed scars.
Psalm 27: 14
Wait and hope for and expect the Lord: be brave and of
good courage and let your heart be stout and enduring.
Yes, wait for and hope for and expect the Lord.
By Candle Lite
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