the Visit

Through curtains of danger,
An elegant stranger
Glides into our town.
A king in a manger.

Unfurling his wisdom
To flocks that would listen.
Though houses seemed haunted,
This traveler undaunted.

Once thriving, yet yearning,
The Seasons kept turning.
Turning and flipping,
Our hope always churning.

His hiccuping laughter,
A quake of disaster.
Now servants to Master,
Faster and faster.

We take it and keep it.
Render and reap it.
Follow in footsteps.
Dancing and backflips.

What’s left at the altar,
Convictions then falter.
The plot and the land,
Now castles in sand.

The echo of dreams
Sewn together, it seems,
By benevolent teams.
Foundation to beams.

The wind that blows through
Swept open the view.
Whisking our promise
With clean morning dew.

12/16/21