if ever there was a time. a poem.

never seen anything like it in all my life
the man in the ball cap said
coffee steam rising
floating over Main Street
even as flood waters receded
still

*

the only way I could get out of town was the old highway
his buddy said
then gulped down a scorching swig of his own bean juice

*

hard to find those old highways
these days
we’ve strayed so far from the grace of
worn tried and true paths

*

if ever there was a time for groaning
it is
now
for a way out of town
a way to dodge
the bullets

*

the crescendoing groan for Eden
for weeping in the streets to be of joy and
not lament

*

if ever there was a time to groan
it is now
for no other sound captures the rending of hearts except that
perhaps of a mourning dove
unassuming prophet
perched on a rooftop in the early hours

*

even the rocks
carved with names
(((too soon)))
etched
cry out

*

mercy
mercy
mercy

*****

“Though he slay me, yet will I hope in him . . . “
Job 13:15 NIV

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