They build ramshackle fortresses
Education, memorization, progress, prosperity
Entertainment, louder music, more money, success
Rusty metal, rotten wood
Thin veneer of paint
So they seek to hide from the storm.
We are faultline engineers
Seeking to deepen and widen the cracks
Asking Why and What do you long for
Saying Think, crying Open your eyes!
Yet such warning are lost on the deaf and the blind.
Only You can bring the earthquake
The severe mercy of unmaking
So we pray that You’d come in the perfect storm
Scour and expose, ravage into rubble
Then meet them there in the ruins
[March 2, 2017; with thanks for Dominic]