Noise

The noise is deafening - the sounds of fury - the raining down of God’s wrath - the fire and the blood - the sheer sounds of it makes the earth tremble - my bones shatter and left behind at Golgotha - the place of skulls.

This is death land - this is dump land. Where the pieces are rubbish and no one cares - where the wounded walk and no healing happens - no one to stir the pool at Bethsaida - this is a Christ-less place - the dead and dying wrapped in swaddling clothes - brown and bloodied - the sentence received, lived out - among these with no eyes, no face, no names, no grace.

This is the age of the machine - where AI will call you to fix your ailments leaving you heaving with a sense of callous injustice - why did we not heed when we still had ears? Why did not see through the veil when we still had eyes? Peel yourself back now to this time - where birds still sing and are real - where the elements thrum and thump with a force of real earth.

Don’t take it gently, lay down not your sword - now is the time to fight and stay alert. Very soon, very soon it will be over and you will count the cuts and bruises on your body and ask: did I do enough? Did I give all?

Annoyance

Friendship with Birds