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.
