No words are befitting
In this circumstance,
Cold and lonely, empty space,
A result of happenstance?
Measuring rod of chaos,
Also in His hands abide
The plumb line of destruction,
The ruler and the slide.
As  per His instruction,
There is a battering ram
Positioned soundly at the gate,
If we can take the idol down
We must not hesitate.

Copyright 2017.  L.L. Shelton.