Psalm 12 — Like Silver
A Villanelle
Where have the godly faithful gone?
Their words like silver, pure, refined.
Like dew upon the rise of dawn.
With flattery believers fawn
On those their itching ears inclined.
Where have the godly faithful gone?
As morning mist before the sun,
They vanish out of sight and mind
Like dew upon the rise of dawn.
In times gone by we served the One
Who taught us to love and be kind.
Where have the godly faithful gone?
With double hearts and forkéd tongue
The Gospel we have redefined
Like dew upon the rise of dawn.
And when it all is said and done
There is no mercy, grace to find.
Like dew upon the rise of dawn
Where have the godly faithful gone?
Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
