God, America, AfghanistanA Poem by Montag
God, America, Afghanistan I am
the Lord Your God speaking to you from beyond the blue heavens where you can’t see Me but I
can see you I
molded you from the clay of the earth numbered
the fingers of your hand breathed
into your mouth the breath of life I
favored you above other nations Your enemies I made strange and savage that
you could more understandably dispatch them Slaves
I gave you, with which to grow rich without
yourselves toiling in the field. Some of
you did not assent to trade in human flesh but it was allowed for the unity of the nation that you would become a mighty nation. When
once the slaves were freed, and the frontier ended still
you found more enemies for you
are relentless hunters of sin in all its forms (It is
true, I suppose, you were made in My image). Of all
nations, best and brightest of all
My children you, most righteous you
towered above all others. In the fullness of time came a
September morning remembered now for sky so clear, such blue such falling of silent tiny figures into the pursuing clouds of dust and vengeance.
But I am a jealous God swift is my reprisal and you mounted an invasion of that dry, deserted mountain land. Your army fired its weapons over so vast a distance you could not know if those you killed were enemies or among the innocent. This was your justice. Your soldiers, unable to fulfill their purpose knew not their purpose one day fly a child's kite next
day bomb the village. Neighbor
denounced neighbor to you part of a feud or dispute for you
were the occupying authority. Those
deemed guilty were spirited away, never to return. This
was more of your justice. A
generation passed. It came time to leave and now
was the truth made known that your allies lacked the faith of your enemies and all was panic, a flight from retribution. Who can forgive the sight of those abandoned souls clinging before dropping off the cold steel underbelly of your rising, retreating flying machine.
Soon
all will pass into history Other
outrages, more personal and to a point, will capture your attention Life
can be self-absorbing. But to
Me falls the responsibility of judgment. In the
fullness of My time I will
weigh the merits of your case your
idealism, your carelessness surrounded
as always by My archangels and
other aerial beings I will not now describe other
than to note that they quiver in My presence walk softly in My shadow and
turn over in their sleep when they suffer under the weight
of My
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