
Vesuvius, Vesuvius
Why is your anger waged?
Are we not worthy of your compassion?
Though you are mighty,
Can we not be saved?
Lightning from the Heavens
Strike down in wrath, it's true.
But, you, a titan
Have you no pathos
For the rage that rages in you?
Hear our pleas
Our anguish and cries
As upon our knees we beseech thee.
Oh, Vesuvius, in your power lies
To free these people beneath thee.
This poem immediately brought to mind Jonathan Edwards’ sermon “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God.”
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That’s interesting… It is “Old Testiment” sounding, huh? I didn’t even consider what the poem was about, but I rarely do. I just write it; read it; and decide if it sounds good. Ha
Thank you for your wonderful insight, as always!
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You’re welcome! Your poems seem to pull out long-buried associations from the dimmest recesses of my mind.
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Awe! That makes my heart happy!
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Wow! Such conviction in your poem. Awesome!
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Someone pointed out that it was very Old Testiment, and when reading it again it struck me that way too. I never know what’s coming next… Thank you, Winnie!
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Thank you for sharing, Kevin! My pleasure!
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