It's National Poetry Day, and not having posted anything for a week or two I thought I would post this piece... an unfinished poem about an unfinished city...
The wise man built his house upon the rock
Not at the mouth of a sandy river
Leaving us with a leaning clock tower
And a City Hall sinking into the sheugh.
What foundation has our shared future?
What prospect is offered by our past?
What rotten piles underpin our present?
Should we not let it sink and start again?
But the Lord founded the earth on the waters;
Spoke order into the discordant deep,
Freeing people who were slaves in and to their past
To seek the welfare of a City not their own.
So can this chaos taming, slave freeing God
Help us rebuild our ravaged, earthly city
On rock rather than on sand this time
Modelled on a city yet to be revealed?
Selah
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