THE COMING PEACE: WE RISE AGAIN


My bones are rattling, Lord.
Dust rises high into the dry air.
People are on the move, for they hear the Word of the Lord (Ezekiel 37: 1-10).
Should they be blocked, Your hand will stay the enemy.
Mighty God, Your arm is outstretched, (Deuteronomy 9:29);
no longer do You restrain its power.
We are forming again - the fruit of Your Grace. 
And nothing can oppose You, for Righteousness and Justice are Your Names.
We are growing strong, for You breathe life into us.
We worship You, God, and You pour into us, Your very Self.
Now, our footsteps imprint the barren land -
thousands upon thousands, reclaim all that is lost.
We march, we advance together, from the ends of the Earth.
‘Thou hast made us for Thyself, oh Lord.’ (St Augustine of Hippo)
Loving Creator, You us guide to Your chosen destination.
Never again will we be cast out, forsaken, wasted.
Never again, will we endure pain and loss.
Never again, will we turn away, for Truth has humbled us:
scales of denial and ignorance, have fallen from our hearts and eyes.
You, we see clearly; and before You, we now bow on bended knees.
Joy replaces heartache.
Hope replaces sorrow.
Love replaces hate and fear.
You have won us over, Lord - with Your Great Love.
Our bones are healthy and renewed.
Our spirits, restored, dance with drumming bands, declaring victory.
The pipes play their songs of peace.
And we stand, in Your Holy Presence - free, alive…forever!


juliehughespoetry©11nov2023poetry