The wind of disorder is blowing,
slowing us down.
The dark clouds have covered the sun,
No light, no hope.
I looked and saw the disgruntled people-
Wailing and cursing,
for they were stuck in mud.
Helpless and distressed in the very mud
Those in high places, looked down saw
Sinking deeper and deeper into the mire,
But their hands were too busy to help-
counting gold and pouring wine..
“Who will deliver us”, I muttered,
but the question ascended like a balloon
into the dark sky…
“From the bosom of God himself;
I proceed forth, into the ears of the hearers,
Spread by the mouth of the righteous,
And believed by the hearts of the faithful,
In the word of God and in sayings of the wise, I am present;
But in sin and mendacious feats,
I, Truth, do not abide,
If you despise me, you despise your life.
Knowledge is not power, unless it is the truth,
Without me, wisdom is folly.
Neither friends nor foes do I desire,
But to be known and obeyed by men.
For with this, evil will have no place,
And the earthlings will not go astray.”