Hope you enjoy this poem I wrote. My inspiration came from Hebrews 13:12-16 and Revelation 21, Los Angeles, and Atlantis.
there is a chaos running rampant breeding hoards of senselessness
creator quietly arranging the cosmos working six days before rest
we are cities high on hills on seas
humbly brought low on bended knees
we were all isles without oars drifting constantly apart
we were actors without roles waiting to be assigned a part
on broken wings and faulty lines we have barely even flown
building fragile crooked cities up from uneven ground
built to break, crumble and fall like fortresses alone
wait in eager anticipation for the king who's to be crowned
built with mud and clay, broken like sticks and stones
on altars high and idols many, who sit on phony thrones
the earth will quake, true king sits down, his rightful place to take
setting the floating cities in motion, like the way gravity pulls
beating hearts by steady drummer, vital signs his pulse
equipping pilgrims' hands with tools of salt and light to be cities on a hill
these luminous building blocks forever at work accomplishing His will
rejected but reunited the cities have collided
centripetal force overcoming relentless resistance
provides a purpose for this vain and seemingly meaningless existence
searching for love and security
the unchangeable constants
finding them in the great I AM
a name of only consonants
with a sound like a lock and key the cities form a new Pangea
from the shackles of lock and key i am now free to be a
citizen at home at rest at peace with all the rest
but tonight the Sun stays steady, it will not be setting in the West.
