Rahab

Children aflame, all of our fates opened,
poured out in tumult and noise.
Great trouble and anguish has come upon us.
All help is empty and worthless.

One light before our faces,
reflecting in our eyes,
we cry to a deafened god-
praying to bring back the dark.

Oh world.
Ah Eastern sky.

We would embrace the Lion and Lioness,
the Adder and the Flying Fiery Serpent
for one second’s solace,
for one holy moment of hope.

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