It's an evil time, says the Lord:
I read the passage, it hit a cord...
They tread down the poor with grain taxes, while they recline on the couch..
In hewn stone houses, there they slouch.
Planting pleasant vineyards, enjoying the fat of the land.
Hear
wonder
Understand...
stretching out on beds of ivory, eating the fat of the flock.
Would it be a revelation?
Would it be a shock?
Singing idly to themselves not considering the Lord..
He will have them in derision, slay them with his sword.
Hating the one that rebukes in the gate,
Abhorring the one who speaks uprightly.
Therefore the Prudent are silent,
Whispers to the client.
He who made Pleiades and Orion;
Turns the shadow of death into morning-
Repays back to their face.
He gave them all the warning.
He rains ruin upon the strong,
Fury comes upon the fortress.
"You who turn justice to wormwood,
And lay righteousness to rest in the earth!"
Foolishness has spoken, bringing death and dearth..
He makes the day as dark as night:
(I don't know about you but it gives me the frights.)
He knows their manifold transgressions, and mighty sins:
Afflicting the just and taking bribes;
Diverting the poor from justice at the gate.
Yes, I can see it...
"Thanks mate."
Seek good and not evil, that you may live;
So the Lord of Hosts will be with you,.
Who cancels our sin.
Hate evil,
Love good;
Establish justice in the gate.
Let him be gracious to you,
It's never too late.
There shall be wailing in all streets:
(Prepare a fast)
The last will be first;
The first will be last.
The farmer to mourning, the skilled lamenters to wailing.
The mighty men fallen, their vineyards are taken.
Woe to you who desire the day of the Lord!
It is darkness, not light.
(Now there's some food for thought)
Who's wrong and who's right?
Now I could get diverted it's all a winding thread...
A tapestry, if you please,
Blood soaked red.
Make your preparations
Launder your clothes
Come to his kingdom
Reign Unopposed.
But let justice run down like water, and righteousness like a mighty stream...
I must confess, from my point of view, it looks more like a dream!
They have their stars and idols:
Everyone's okay;
But the bit is pulled by the bridle;
The horsemen have their way.
Did they offer me sacrifices?
I heard him say:
"I hate, I despise your feast days,
Your sacred assemblies have no savor.
Though they offer me sacrifices,
Them I will not favor."
Take away from me the noise of your songs,
They make me want to puke.
Let justice and righteousness run like water,
Suffer no rebuke.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: December 4th, 2024 06:30
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Comments4
It would appear that social injustice is just a tip of the iceberg, a sign of the times and of the ailment that plagues the human spirit. Something the Good News addresses quite comprehensively in prophecy and promise.
It's certainly multi layered
Agreed!
Great write
Ah, yes. Evil times indeed. Trampling the least of these, scapegoating and oppressing the foreigners/immigrants, wars, rumors, false leaders and prophets trying to deceive even the elect, famine, natural disasters ramping up, wars and rumors of wars...it is such a time. And, as you have previously stated elsewhere, we've been given the ending and need to persevere in faith, love, empathy, hope and humility. Well done, my friend. 🌹🙏
Also, love the reference to Amos at the end! A resounding AMEN!
Amos it is. Well spotted!
A prophesy of doom sounds like Jeramiah I had better head for the cellar. A great flow in this poem
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