Wicked livid witches brew
angry hatred to attack holy lights.
These sinners are blind and depraved.
As the seas burying their dead,
their graves never fill. Yet simple sinners
fall into destruction, like
Humpty Dumpty who had a great fall.
Even as Adam fell; we all fall indeed.
But few escape their blind perceptions,
Leading to hell from sinful conceptions.
Cold hearted lies darkened through
Satan’s destractions, as he pierces dim eyes
Into utter destruction. The World’s hollowed hearts
are dearthed, waiting for crystal clear waters,
to burst from their dry empty wells.
The truth cries out: come up hither and sit
Above the proud mountains. Your soul seeks
refreshments from springs of living fountains.
As you cast thyself down into a dirty grave,
hope rises in the Lord’s Resurrection.
After all is said and done,
will you reign with God’s Eternal Son?
Darrel Venable
2021
Divinity Poetry 