When the words cease to make sense, nor a picture they make. The breathing of eternity heard over all humanities voices,’ a small sound heavy and resolute. Breath of life upon the surface hides the reason, we are here! The sea is calm once more and the destruction is nearing and everlasting. Questions abound and answers fail. What is it. As the winds roar with silence. My people shaken, listless without cause. Reasons are sought. In the heart wounded, bleeding ,a drought. Walls dry for lack of tears. The watchman upon the wall who no one would heed his call, where has he gone. Fleeing the rampage of peaceful destruction. Killing life upon the dawn whose hand shall stand. Praiseing God all alone, while peace is buried and forgotten. The hand of God who is ever watching and waiting his time, his hand quivers. Man is shaken. Time past nor future lives we are lost and fallen. Gifts to reassure now add to destruction. Oblivious to their rights. Come now the times spoken no one can stop the tide.