The Rod Of God Poem by James McLain

Minus two weeks I spoke to the day seven years ago about
The Rod From God.
As it by me was left in my haste then gifted unto you.
From my mind to the pen, many are such as these gifts
I gave unto you.
Portents of man by man
that man has in having had yet done that
have to the rest come to pass
and at great expence to most in the world that
two but a few have ignored.
Without their once soft green leaves tall Willow's
now droop changing the way
that night and day is perceived by the spring
though it is now winter where it comes.
And still time marche's on not skipping nor retreats
retreats to that time right before.
They have come and they have gone so many times yet
before time like the wheel
the wheel that shan't stop but for with except and
for whom it shall be understood are it's goals.
Nothing have they changed by for whom it was written
so far back in the past
and as of yet today that even now is currently changing.
There has never been a safe way to the end by those
few whom would lead U.S. to the end the end
of the road that no one knows that is known but by them.
To what end is a verse from whence a verse comes
if the meek in the verse have since gone.
To the weakest are the strong where the strongest have come
to lay waste to the fields you have sown.