Mad carnival rides gallop across plains

like amphetamine-driven wheels

come to steal peace.

Glittering eyes spinning sight,

defy decency and pry into electric blue windows,

mockery of the Oraphim, come to visit Ezekiel,

unholy weapons of the Beast.

America The Beautiful has much to make amends

from purple mountain majesty out to the darkened seas,

and hope rises dimly with the sun in the threatened east.

Fires rain like stars falling from the sky,

whether angels sent to join us or cast like diamonds in the night,

we gather them like jewels of hope

and set this world alight.

Author’s Note:

The world spinning in chaos still has bright moments of light. Not the artificial modern day casino out of control kind of light that wants to distract us but the good kind found inside kind people, animals and nature, and I may even add found in transcendent presence.

photo by Marcin Manka

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