The Watchman - Part Two

Standing at his post,

As the rain gets, more steady.

Still warning all, who will hear?

Prepare, be ready!

The storm draws closer,

To all within the walls!

But no one seems to hear,

As the watchman calls!

We’ve seen storms before,

A voice calls from below.

This too shall pass,

Roars the crowd, as they go!

Drenched with rain,

They continue on their way.

Thinking this to be,

Like a storm of past days.

The winds are coming stronger,

Calls, the watchman from his post.

As he sees the forest start to bend,

His words, still ignored, by most.

The crowds continue on,

Thinking this is now the norm.

After all, they say,

A storm is just a storm...?

The Watchman - Part One

The Watchmen stand tirelessly,

On the walls.

Their eyes focused on what lay ahead,

They warn only, with their calls.

Change is coming,

Calls the watchman from his perch.

The weather is changing,

Here in the earth.

The storms are building,

Just outside the walls.

The clouds are darkening,

Are the words of their calls.

Many still walk aimlessly,

Ignoring the watchmen as they go.

Thinking the storm will pass yet again,

As it has before, moving to and fro.

Certain that the storm,

Could not come this way.

Thinking, that storm,

Is reserved, for yet another day.

As a fine rain,

Begins to fall.

Now the Watchman grows louder,

 with his call.

Ezekiel 33:6 

But if the watchman see the sword come, and blow not the trumpet, and the people be not warned; if the sword come, and take any person from among them, he is taken away in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at the watchman‘s hand