MARY BONE

When The Dirges Arose

Time froze when the dirges arose
from the hills and valleys.
God knows.
He sits on his throne.
Voices and screams reach his ears,
amongst the fears.
the laments, the broken hearts.
The purveyor of justice
will right all wrongs.

Valley Of The Dead

Prayer mats are rolled out,
in the valley of the dead.
Vultures hover above.
God hears the cries
from his heart of love.
He is not to be provoked.
Smoke arises to his nostrils
As fires are stoked.

God Is In Control

Chants arise
as people die.
Blood flows.
The Lord knows all and will answer
in His own time.
His nostrils smell the smoke. 
He sees the devastation.
We all look up.
Only He is in control of this nation.

MARY BONE has been writing poetry since childhood. She has written two books of poetry and is working on a third book. Her poems have been published at Our Poetry Archives, Literary Yard, Words of the Lamb, The Active Muse Journal, Ink Pantry, Spillwords and other places.