Broke

There's this pretty fascinating idea that Paul introduces in Romans 8 about all the created things waiting for God to make things perfect (Read verses 18-25ish). All creation has this internal void that can only be filled by something eternal. We, the created, can instinctively feel and we know without doubt that something is broken. Even non-religious folk know it's broken as evidenced by the self-help section of your local bookstore. Our world is full of beautiful things but it always seems like it was originally made so much better; like we are living among the ruins a a civilization that once ruled the world. To try and explain this concept, Paul even breaks momentarily into language that comes frighteningly close to poetry(which Paul rarely does) when he says that "the whole creation has been groaning...". I've been thinking about this for a few days and I wrote this. Hope you like it.

All creation is bent eternal.

The winds howl their chilled requests

confused to the North and South.

The trees creak and crack and moan as ring upon ring upon ring

surrounds.

The oceans project their rage with white-crested waves and squalls,

in perpetual demand

"How Long?" "How Long?"

The birds sing a sweet verse and cease,

waiting as if response will free their song.

Scorched sand of uninhabited land cries out

through visible waves of heat

"I thirst"

The plates of earth shift and shake with violent collision

laboring simply to find their footing.

Cancers perform their victory songs

for multitudes of tear-soaked faces.

Man is weary; hunted down

by the fixed sum of his numbered days.

The gentle voice of liberation whispers from the throne.

"soon. very soon."