Look Unto The Hills

“The Hills Will No Longer Be Hidden From View”

It is a clear day today and the

Sky is blue, the air clean

Only in the distance is the haze

That our inversion brings

But from the last few weeks we know

The prevailing winds will once

Again bring about the stifling

Smoke and impending heat

The hills and mountains will

Be hidden from view

Upon this city that never seems to

Sleep

Wondering at this phenomenon

Millions of acres

Burned to the ground

And shaking our heads

What more can come?

The spread of disease

The elections near

Some leaders disclaim and berate

The illness plaguing

Our lives

Refusing to listen to the cry

Of doctors and nurses

Doubting those who

Have suffered and died

Crooked politics, justice

And truth falling in the

Streets

As a great king of old

Haughty and proud,

Was given the writing on the

Wall

“You are weighed in the balance

And found wanting”

Could this nation be weighed

And found wanting too

As we have strayed from

Justice and right?

The ravished trees, parched

And dry, like a tender box

Exploding

Creatures have no perch

To raise their fledglings

To rest their wings, for the

Branches are missing

Yet unlike us when tragedy

Comes and into despair we

Fall

They spread their flight to

Brighter spots

Nature’s force cannot be stopped

But we still have hope

The shrubs consumed will

Blossom again

The trees their flower will

Bear fruit

In all of these things we have

The promise

That once again our earth

As we know will be restored

The blade of grass pushing up

Through dust and ashes

The grain of wheat will

Bring bread to our tables

But if in fact this is not to be

And all of what we have hoped

Does not come to pass

There is the promise through

Faith, a new earth

Will appear

Though I cannot see it now

As the Psalmist has written

I will

“Look unto the hills from

Where comes my help, my

Help comes from the Lord

Who made heaven and earth”

With a tangible eye I cannot

See it now

The hills hidden from view for

All the troubles I have

Will one day appear when the sun

Breaks through

And I will be glad

For there is a God in

Control of all of these things

*Book of Psalms chapter 121

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