This tiredness,
Sickness,
A draining away,
Such as a tide might
Suck at a bay.

There is evil in there soul
A blackness where nothing,
only wither, can grow.

Murder is murder
A thug on a street
A soldier with a gun
A President's decree,
Declaration,
And dead is dead.

Are we made in the image of God?
God's flood drowned all
A pillar of fire destroyed all
An image of a murder

Has not God created sin?
All sin?

Why does the Sheperd leave the flock to
Seek the lost one? Maybe because once the
Sheperd was lost and someone came and found
Him and welcomed him back home again.

Midnights Voice

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