Malachi

The son of Righteousness shall

arise

with healing 

in His wings.

And so the prophets finish

But your pain is not resolved

and still you do not surrender.

Your pain of decades — centuries

resounds

through your messengers

your anger, rebuke, 

forgiveness

goes on and on 

— and on.

And so you give 

and forgive 

again

yet wait for 

my return

and wait 

again.

And still you send one more 

to warn

and still you send 

one more

and still you send 

your son

to cover.

Grief begets grief

grief begets grief

and still you send

forgive

and still —

Asking only

faithfulness.