J.M.J.
J.M.J.
DUST TO DUST
CALIFORNIA WILL SOON FEEL A QUAKE
BEFORE MOST RESIDENTS AWAKE.
A THRIVING CITY OF THIS STATE
WILL SPLIT IN TWO AND SEPARATE.
THE MAGNITUDE WILL BE INTENSE;
THE LIST OF CASUALTIES IMMENSE.
THOSE WHO SURVIVE WILL SHARE THEIR GRIEF
ROAMING THE STREETS IN DISBELIEF.
“WHY,” THEY WILL ASK, “THIS HAD TO BE?
WHAT HAS BROUGHT ON THIS TRAGEDY?
WHEN WILL THESE TREMORS EVER END?”
THEY’LL ASK, BUT THEIR KNEES STILL WON’T BEND.
O WOE TO YOU THIS ONCE GREAT STATE;
YOU FOUND YOUR WEALTH BUT LOST YOUR FAITH.
WHEN MY SON CALLED, YOU DID NOT FOLLOW;
NOW ALL YOUR GREED THE EARTH WILL SWALLOW.
“THY WILL BE DONE”
5-25-1997