Nothing's Worse Than

God's ire may come
     in the form of a sword
          to bathe in rebel blood,
It may come as well
     in the form of raging fire,
          whose smoke forever rises,
It may come in the end
     as stones of emptiness
          stretch across barren land,
But nothing's worse than
     when Heaven rolls up silent
          like a scroll to be read not again.

Isaiah 34

by J Alan R
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