Creation Speaks

Inside dry bricks and walls of steel
Sit windows framed with wood,
The dulling drone 
Of fluorescent bulbs
Have made the structure “good.”
The exactness 
Of grey slatted blinds,
Obscure the world outside;
Wild frequencies are rumbling
Through earth—
Creation sighs…

Between the Second and Third Heavens

I suppose it would be easy
For this universe and the next
To collapse in on themselves—
Whether through fatigue or choice—
In response to the chaotic airwaves currently
Having their say,
Their way,
Their complete disregard for Who Jesus is,
Where He stands,
And what He wants...