Nothing New

“There is nothing new under the sun.”

“What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.” – Ecclesiastes 1:9, ESV

All that has been done, can be undone by swift destruction. Yet, the most promising realities are formed from virtues made of gold. The refiner’s fire will test the soul of the faithful, as darkness takes its toll upon this world. And the powers that be will try to create something new – a promise of a manmade utopia. Transcendent visions await those who hold out for something beyond this mundane world that will arrive in due time, before the end. Look, to the Heavens.

Nothing new can be created out of the ashes of the old.”

Human nature remains the same across the ages; so, human errors, faults, and foibles will still be part of the equation. No amount of seeking our oppressors outside of ourselves, as if social justice can be bought upon the condemnation of others, without examining ourselves, will avail mankind for the sake of the common good. Rather, all totalitarian movements have begun this way, and end in dystopia. Those who claim to be Woke are asleep, lacking awareness of the true culprit inside each and every one of us – we must battle against our own negative inclinations, in order to transcend evil.

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dVerse prompt

Illusive Future

The trees bow down in the wind toward the Unseen One, Who waits patiently to reclaim His Kingdom. All G-d’s creatures yearn with intense expectation for the arrival of the King, who will renew all of the Earth. Yet, the nations continue in their obstinacy, to create a New Babylon, irrespective of the Original Architect of the World, and His divine blueprint. Where will these efforts lead?

I, for one, have no illusion about the future. Talk what you please, of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow;* however, I know that it is always darkest before the dawn. So, while the world prepares for future calamities, as if mankind can buffer itself against the inevitable, and survive by creating a technological utopia, I will continue to pray, hope, and dream of the only true solution on the horizon at dawn upon the King’s arrival.

*courtesy of Christine Rossetti, from the poem Daughter of Eve

Ebbing Tides

Caught up in the rising storm,

cast down simultaneously to the ground.

Lifted up, by what cause? Unknown –

gently floating back to earth.

A life of death and rebirth,

a knowing glance from my savior.

All is at rest, in the arms of the L-rd,

cradled by the flowing winds.

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The mountains assert themselves,

claiming the forests as their possession,

treating living things like timber,

made to procure a manmade paradise.

The truth cannot be censured,

as long as there will remain

a single heart, beating in this country,

for the sake of all mankind.

As Heaven looks down upon us,

we will be guided into the Light;

as darkness encompasses the land,

we’ll always have Him as a friend.