Fluttering Shadows
Like a fluttering sparrow or a darting swallow,
An undeserved curse does not come to rest,
Yet here lies a man, harsh and hollow,
Whose deeds were dark, by sorrow dressed.
The skies today bear silent witness,
To a fall that echoes far and wide,
For he who ruled with ruthless stiffness,
Now finds no shelter, no place to hide.
His hands stained with cries of thousands, pounded,
A reign of terror, of iron and flame,
In cold earth now, his power grounded,
But memory lingers, attached to his name.
Oh, fluttering sparrow, darting swallow,
You carry a truth on fragile wings,
That justice, though delayed, will follow,
And peace can rise from bitter springs.
The wind may whisper tales of woe,
Yet the sun shall rise on a kinder dawn,
Where shadows of the past will go,
And a new world blooms where he is gone.
For like a curse that finds no home,
His legacy shall fade and rust,
In whispered winds, through air alone,
His name will scatter, lost in dust.
Like a fluttering shadow or a darting swallow, an undeserved curse does not come to rest – proverbs 26:2
Copyright © Sean Kibble | Year Posted 2024
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