The Wrath and the Waves

Photo by&#160;<a href="https://www.pexels.com/@jplenio?utm_content=attributionCopyText&#38;utm_medium=referral&#38;utm_source=pexels">Johannes Plenio</a>&#160;from&#160;<a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/silhouette-photography-of-boat-on-water-during-sunset-1118874/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&#38;utm_medium=referral&#38;utm_source=pexels">Pexels</a><br/><br/>.<br/><br/>after Outer Banks<br/><br/>.<br/><br/>The Lord of Hosts loves justice, as a stormthat rises, some fair halcyon, from wrathat watching guilty hands abscond, so warmand comfortable despite the aftermathof evil they begat. The Lord's a songthough unfamiliar to the mighty menwho love their purses, though they sing alongon Sunday mornings. They may know the hymnby verse and chorus. It is not enough.The Lord of Hosts loves justice. It is done.The honest ones ride free when storms are rough,the greatest tempests pass into the sunforever rising. Evil hands bewarethe coming light when darkest deeds seem fair. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>