Where Will They Pass?
Where Will They Pass?
What if the skies fold their arms,
And nature says, No more flights here -
Where will our planes pass?
Will they flap like lost birds,
Or sink into the clouds they once ruled?
What if the roads we boast of
Melt into a muddy soup,
And tyres sink like stones in clay -
Where will the cars pass?
What if the rivers we traced on maps
Are swallowed into the earth’s own belly,
And the ships we carved like kings
Find no throne of water?
Where will they pass?
Shall we return to the olden ways,
Harnessing horses, barefoot in the dust?
But if the paths themselves close their lips,
Where will they pass?
And if God, with one holy breath,
Discards our wires, our wheels, our wings,
If He turns His face from our artificial being -
Where will our creations pass?
Where will we pass?
I only need us to honor God for mercy and Love...
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