God, America, Afghanistan

 

God, America, Afghanistan

 

 

I am the Lord Your God

speaking to you from beyond the blue heavens

where you can’t see Me

but I can see you.

 

I molded you from the clay of the earth

numbered the fingers of your hand

breathed into your mouth the breath of life.

 

I favored you above other nations.

Slaves I gave you, with which to grow rich

that you would become a mighty nation

 

yet once the slaves were freed, and the frontier ended

still you found more enemies

for you are relentless hunters of sin in all its forms

(you were, as they say, made in my image).

Of all nations best and brightest

of all My children you, most righteous

you towered above all others.

 

 

In the fullness of time came a September morning

remembered now for so clear a sky, such blue

so still the fall of tiny figures

into that cloud of vengeance.

 

But I am a jealous God

swift is my reprisal

and you mounted an invasion

and your army fired its weapons from so vast a distance 

you could not know if those you killed

bore the mark of the innocent.

This was your justice.

Neighbor denounced neighbor to you

those deemed guilty were spirited away, never to return.

This was more of your justice.

                                     

A generation passed.  Time to leave

and now the truth made known

that your allies lacked the faith of your enemies

 

and a vision came unto you

appearing before you

of abandonment

chasing, clinging souls

rising, retreating flying machines.

 

Soon all will pass into history

other outrages, more personal and to a point, will capture your attention.

 

But to Me falls the responsibility of judgment.

In the fullness of time

I will weigh the merits of your case

your idealism, your carelessness

surrounded as always by My archangels

and other aerial beings I will not now describe

other than to note that they quiver in My presence

walk softly in My shadow

and turn over in their sleep when they suffer under the weight

of My displeasure.