Kindling the fire,
the one that burns
so fiercely
divides day from
night.
Division not peace.
Inevitable conflict:
darkness versus
light.
Baptism the door,
not to comfort or
respect;
life fulfilled by
death.
Households will be
split;
the ones who serve
the kingdom,
the ones who do not.
I, disloyal son,
dared to defy my
father;
wounding more than
one.
The cloud, it rises
in the west to bring
the rain.
The north wind
scorches.
Register the wind,
read the signs of
earth and sky;
interpret the times.
©
Ken Rookes 2016
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