The Window

Tim Rigsby

The Window

© By: Timothy N. Rigsby (12/8/2015)

 

I went to the window, and I watched, as the world went by.

I saw the little children crawling; with sad and teary eyes.

The sky above them was falling, as the hounds of death came calling.

 

I went to the window, and I watched, as I cried.

The world around us was dying, without a cloud in the sky.

Life we once knew; now but a lie.

 

I went to the window, and as I watched I was called.

God came with such vengeance bringing justice to us all.

Calling his name was now in vain

 

As I watched from my window, and worshiped in his name

I saw them dying from the heat of the flame

Or was it a dream, and I am just insane?

  • Author: Tim Rigsby (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 22nd, 2016 03:08
  • Category: Reflection
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