The Way Out

1.)

Millions of lonely multi-colored eyes

searching the empty distances of sky,

such a flutter of eyelashes confused in the wind,

smog and fog and smoke of wars,

littering floating dust lands of clouds.

Stars no longer found

and the moon as a burp hole of the sun

for us to look upon and remember when.

2.)

Battle drums playing on every continent,

an endless pounding into a hardening hum.

How can prophets hear

if they’re too deaf to listen,

as missiles spear high and deep

digging into heaps of city graves.

Who can save

but only Him.

3.)

And then there’s the islands within the land,

singing families under tents of trees,

holding onto every Bible Page

showing the Eternal Way.