Zombie Apocalypse


No poem today — just thoughts on the Zombie Apocalypse.

I never saw the movie.

Or read the book, if there is one.

But there I was, memorizing along in Isaiah, when I chanced upon the Zombie Apocalypse chapter.

What? You didn’t know the Bible talked about the Zombie Apocalypse?

We’re the Zombies:

We grope for the wall like the blind;
we grope like those who have no eyes;
we stumble at noon as in the twilight,
among those in full vigor we are like dead men.
We all growl like bears;
we moan and moan like doves…

(Isaiah 59:10-11)

Zombies. Yes?

Then this:

Justice is turned back,
and righteousness stands far away;
for truth has stumbled in the public squares,
and uprightness cannot enter.
Truth is lacking,
and he who departs from evil makes himself a prey…

(Isaiah 59:14-15)

Washington, DC. Yes?

Then this:

The Lord saw it, and it displeased him
that there was no justice.
He saw that there was no man,
and wondered that there was no one to intercede;
then his own arm brought him salvation…

(Isaiah 59:15-16)

On second thought, I will share a poem, an unpolished one, but I started it yesterday while thinking about today.

Today I stand
Egyptian chariots rattling the earth
As they ride up behind
The Red Sea lapping at my toes

Here I stand

No silver parachutes will fall from the sky*
No little girl will pull this cat off my rabbity shoulders**
There will be no last minute reprieve
Or discovery
Or antidote

No deus ex machina for America







God with us
Always with us

A pillar of fire or cloud in our midst
Even as the Red Sea waters
lap our toes

*Hunger Games
**Watership Down


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