The Peaceable Kingdom

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“Whatsoever things are true . . . think on these.” Philippian 4:8

Our world can never be pristine again.

It never was, yet all too many feel

It once was better.  Never changing pain

Has ruled since micro creatures made a meal

Of one another first.  This now has grown

Far worse as larger nervous systems grew . . .

So agony becomes the rule.  The groan

Increases as the killer whales grasp, chew

And toss up baby seals.  All Christians know

This truth and yet pretend, pretend, pretend

A loving God will turn this gory show

To peace and happiness that knows no end.

  The wolf naps down with lambs in foolish dreams.

    Reality knows eons made of screams.

~ Phillip Whidden