Passing by Babylon

The path to peace

remains unpaved

Strewn with the litter

of the unsaved

Gathered and discarded

by they who denied sin

We can walk only by faith...

our armor within

From their very mouths

issues public chloroform

Unheeding of the soldier

in the bleeding uniform

Though a granite finger

still points skyward

and the silver dome

rests askew and awkward

Once in glory...it did stand

Most respected in the land

Now a soiled Empire...

A faithless tarnished city...

To be shunned

And passed by in pity

Flaunting

as a cheap temptress

Becoming forlorn

and roofless

Divest

of creature and kin

We continue

in our journey

Burdened

with our own enemy

Walking by faith...

our armor within…

Searching...

for a spot

to begin again.

©2007 Faye Sizemore