It’s elemental my friend.
Some declare it is the end…
ah, but eternity goes on forever;
pays no mind to any weather.
Apocalyptic birth pangs again;
heavens pour down stones and rain.
Thunder roars above the plain;
lightning sparks the cleansing flame.
Nothing old remains the same;
naught but Yahweh’s holy name.
Living water from his side,
to wash away, not hide.
Blood to cover sins of man;
a sacrifice… no other can.

© 2017 Kathleen J Kidder
8/5/2017 Hour One – Half Marathon