The View is a Spiralling Staircase
The view is a spiralling staircase of night,
The bright bird of heaven shot down in mid flight,
The hawk set upon us in ravenous pecks,
Shredded to nothing, to miniscule specs,
An earthquake of hate hit the heaven above,
Palaces razed to the ground, killing love,
Heaven the fountain of hope for the soul,
Now stretched in ruins, with none to console.
I am a citizen from ages lost,
Buried in rubble and sore double crossed,
Once with the vistas of time in my view,
Now in a cellar which angels eschew.
Once we had Christ as the key for the cell,
He would descend and His spirit would dwell,
Scattering demons in violent array,
Scared by His radiance, bolder than day!
Now it’s a spiral, in compounding dark,
Buried in in dinginess, wilderness stark,
Christ is the key and He’s flown from hell’s sea,
Aye, there’s no hope, for our treasure was He!
AD Lovkis, 23/08/25
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