One World Under God

For all of history  
the statue of  
old world order  
has remained  
 
Today divided
between iron  
and clay
 
And yet the end  
is on the horizon  
 
the small cloud
insignificant as  
a lone man’s fist
 
black with promised  
mercy rain
rising from the sea
 
filling the sky
the stars darken
to reflect your glory
 
and all men together
are caught up
into these clouds
 
The enemies  
now prostrate
at the base of  
 
one mountain  
filling the earth
 
Ephraim represents  
all tribes as one  
 
Every other mountain  
flees away
 
And a feast
is set before
all the oppressed  
to rejoice