Hope rises.
Silence falls.
Hope shatters.
Her tongue cut out.
Pieces on the floor.
Pieces of her, of him… of me, of them
Strewn here and there
Walking here and there,
People stepping on
Pieces on the floor.
Tall people. strong people. Powerful.
Crushing flesh pieces on the floor.
Flesh, dragging here and there.
Red.
Dry blood on black shoes.
“Only trust Him… Only trust Him… Only trust Him now…
He will save you, He will save you, He will save you now…”
Songs.
Prayers.
Tears
Helpless children.
Raped.
Used.
Cast away.
“Only trust Him… Only trust Him… Only trust Him now…
He will save you, He will save you, He will save you now…”
Children weep.
Wail.
Hell licks their feet.
People walking.
Away.
Where has Jesus gone?
Why do angels weep dry tears?
Trust withers.
Silence falls.
Hope…
Dead.
Religion.
Hell wins.
;
Truth rises,
Tongue cut out
Oh hell be warned!
Death gives birth to unmatched power!
Wordless.
Silent.
Thunder shakes the strongest tower.
No more politics.
No flow’ry speech.
Truth will stand in ruthless silence,
Shouting without sound
Crying from the highest mountain
And all will hear
As, Truth, forced to silent grave,
Rises from the ground.
No white flags.
No powerless surrender.
Silence moves
Stealthy
Wise
Calculated.
Invisible hands,
Wrapped about my throat.
I cannot speak.
But I have my sword.
Truth.
;
Jesus walks into the room.
What will you say now?
Did silence pave His way?
Or was it the voice of those who cried against the norms:
“Make a path in the place of death… the wilderness… where nothing of life has ever grown.
Where children’s souls are laid bare by reckless men!
Make way!
Behold! He comes! The Son of God! Make way!”
He enters.
Holding no regard for rules.
Honouring no politics.
Crying louder for the lost
the wounded
the weak.
Standing silent only to accusation.
Crying out against their sin,
He eats of the forbidden grain.
I eat.
With no regard for silence.
Breaking all the rules
of polite society.
Hearts are not healed
by
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HOPE.
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Love,
~ T ~
© Trudy Metzger 2018
A Splash of Love.... 
Your words remind me of a couple verses in Scripture:
“And the LORD said, “What have you done? The voice of your brother’s blood is crying to me from the ground.” (Genesis 4:10)
“And the LORD said, Because the cry of Sodom and Gomorrah is great, and because their sin is very grievous; I will go down now, and see whether they have done altogether according to the cry of it, which is come unto me; and if not, I will know.” (Genesis 18:20-21)
Even when injustices are silenced, God still hears the cry.
Thank you Joel! This is especially intriguing because you have covered the cries of both the dead and the living in these two verses.
Unreal – but so real… Thank you for sharing from the deepest (unreachable) places – somewhere below the human heart – so well done… Love your spunk and creativity