TICK TOCK CLIPPITY CLOCK

Day One is just an extension of time under the sun;
The ticking clock of tick tock sounds more like that of crushing snow.
Why? I don’t know.

I see feet bound by chains.
I see snow up to their knees.
I see a Boulder sitting at the shoulder of an opening.
I see grey skies, dampness and rain.

I hear silence...whispering...then screams.
I see people running for their lives,
trying to escape a northern invasion
during the changing of seasons.

It’s cold outside.  It's freezing.
People are frightened.
Barefeet by warm stoves have become frozen like icicles.
They are baked clay binded by iron chains.

I hear the clip clop of horses hooves.
A crunching effect - between the earth and the snow.
I can’t see faces - they hide behind fur.
Who they are?  I don't know.

The masses have gone
and I can only see and hear just one,
he is circling, around and around,
like a vulture,
I can’t tell what he is looking for.

He seems agitated. Frustrated.
With all the devastation,
he is still not content.

He is searching for something
that he came for.

I get the feeling of Herod,
when he sent an army to kill baby Jesus,
but he had already been sent to Egypt.

Yet, so many children died
at the evil command of a worldly king,
and all out jealousy.

With a flesh desire to stay in power,
Herod sent forth the word
to find the messiah, and kill him.

Oh, How the weather has changed.
Barefoot with frozen feet
will prevent free movement,
but the northern army
is prepared and ready.

Tick tock Clippity clop
the weather is changing.

Watch out for the north -
they are being manipulated.
Masses are being trained
to descend upon Jerusalem.

God help us to see.
Give us the right words to say,
in your perfect timing.
Save your people from mass destruction.
Put us in place to discern your voice
and cut all the others noises out.
May we hear with keen intensity,
and may we risk being seen as fools
to those who want to mock your gifts.
Protect us as we serve you obediently.