Hard Times

Notices posted on a terrified door,

Unopened mail spread upon the floor.

The bankers entrance is quickly locked,

Depositors assembled in awe and shock.

 

Dusty wind blows through sub-divisions,

Captains of Industry have lost their mission.

Fearful faces stare into the night,

Longing for morning and its sweet light.

 

A shaft of warm light pierces the dark,

Calling all to its precincts of fire and sparks.

The Bridegroom beckons all to enter,

The Ark of the Covenant at its center.