Crisp air, falling leaves
A languid sun retires into a golden sea
As the gentle wind begins its course beneath
A melancholy moon
And all the world withdraws in silence
Amidst the richly hued pageantry of violence
What worldly hopes and dreams lay piling
Under autumn’s somber swoon
Another thwarted soul caresses
The rigid wood that on his shoulder presses
As the perfidious ones who first rejected
Once more begin to scheme
And with eyes fixed on the stars, confesses
Exhales a breath of sweet contentment
He whispers, along with all the heavens
Jesus Christ is King!
(Dedicated to the Christians in the Holy Land who have been the victims of war crimes, and to the tens of thousands of forgotten innocent men, women and children who have suffered and died alongside them.)
As the days once more begin to shorten and the greater light withdraws into its autumnal languor, we find ourselves living through a moment of profound civilizational darkness that, evidently, very few are able to properly appreciate. Many, it is quite true, increasingly have a sense that something has gone terribly wrong, but it is beyond the grasp of most to understand the depth to which society has been plunged, for we are no longer aware of the heights from which it has fallen.
