Poetry: Waiting for the Day

By Elizabeth Prata

creation

The clarity of grey moonlight
Focused determination of the ant
Joyous song of the mockingbird
Rushing clamor of the tides

All these You have made

The scudding clouds before the coming storm
The bask of the lioness on the burnt plain
The hurry of the hummingbird, sipping red throated
Of nectar from vibrant blooms

All these You have made

The granite mountains, solidly overseeing
The futility of man’s works and doings
Nesting birds at rest, yet groaning for better days
When the curse shall be lifted

Man, o man! Our deceitful heart has made this place a trial to the animals
Rocks and hills, oceans and rivers
They wonder at us
Your creation, your beautiful creation…

All these You have made

Will be changed, in a blink of an eye,
In fervent heat You will melt away the curse.
We are waiting for new heavens and a new earth
in which righteousness dwells.

All this You will make. Then-

The creation itself will be set free
from its bondage to decay
and brought into the glorious freedom
of the children of God. (Romans 8:21)

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