Kilmer: Why do the nations rage?
I will tell of the decree:
The Lord said to me, “You are my Son;
today I have begotten you.
Ask of me, and I will make the nations your heritage,
and the ends of the earth your possession.
You shall break[a] them with a rod of iron
and dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.”
—Psalm 2:7-9 (ESV)
Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells
That the wind sways above a ruined shrine.
Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells
Hunger that craves immortal Bread and Wine.
Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath
Out of our lips that have not kissed the rod.
They shall not live who have not tasted death.
They only sing who are struck dumb by God.
... Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918), Joyce Kilmer: Memoir and Poems, v. I, New York: George H. Doran Company, 1918, p. 211 (see the book)
See also Ps. 2:7-12; Matt. 11:4-5; Luke 1:28,59-64,67-79
Quiet time reflection:
Lord, let Your reign begin in me.
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