That Day Struck Without Warning Poem by Dharma Gill

A song was heard
from an enlightened spring far away

singing about promises.
It brought people
from the mountains
and out of the wilderness.

Light fell upon them
and they began to come alive

They danced and they rejoiced,
under the sun-lit skies
with carven images, erecting stone idols
animal sacrifices and drunken bouts,
and celebrated their great delight.

Blessed with new hope,
faith and the promised land
of milk, bread, meat and honey.
They received and multiplied into one nation

until the sons of disobedience came
and refused the song’s message.

Musical scale was cut. The song
lost its beauty, faded and vanished
into the distance where nothing settled.
The disquiet spring withdrew its power and energy.

The mountains shrunk to seeds.
The wilderness returned to wander.
The people returned to a barren land.