I birthed you in the deep aquifers beneath the desert floor
And appointed you to be an oasis for the pilgrim.
A pleasant resting place for the traveler,
I named you “The Meadow.”
I made you known to the wanderer, who drank
And refreshed himself at your cool springs.
But the wanderer thanked his god
By sacrificing his children under my palms
And left a bloody stain next to my pool
That still curses other wanderers today
I spoke your name to conquerors looking for gold and silver.
They enjoyed your beauty for a time but then
They raped you and wasted your blessing on their lusts,
Leaving without a word of praise to the one who brought them to you.
I also brought missionaries down from the great bitter lake to the north
Unfortunately they had sold out to a lessor god,
And brought you no healing.
They left shaking the dust from their feet
Declaring you unworthy.
And while I mourned your shame
Men with stolen money arrived and stole your heart from me.
They prostituted you, adorning your streets with light
But filling your parlor rooms and dark alleys with death.
They made the streets run red with the blood of the innocent,
and swept the rotting sin in their fine houses into your gutters,
thinking that out of sight was out of mind.
But I saw it and I watched you and reached out to you
With crazy prophets I crafted to catch your attention,
But you only laughed and tried to corrupt them.
And I sent you mighty churches,
Men and women of God who said
they were dedicated to winning you back.
But you brought even them to their knees.
Vegas, my love
I will not let you go.
So I am doing a new thing
Plotting again to win you back
And make you again an oasis of refreshing.
I have called from people the corners of the world
Prophets, teachers, preachers, and evangelists
People who don’t know these titles, but bear them
To win first the poor and your wretched
Destroyed by your curse.
Then I will use these poor and wretched
Raised up by my humble servants
To draw you back to my self
wow... this is prophesy. It rushed past my brain into my spirit...which responded with praise to God. I love it when that happens! I felt motivated to prayer and evangelism for your Vegas, while feeling convicted as I identified with the missionaries who kicked the dust off their feet. I have done this in my heart whenever I've heard her name.
I repent. Kate~
This is brilliant, powerful writing. I agree, it is prophetic.
Tiniest of comments - I'd lose the 'unforunately' in stanza 5(?) in favour of 'But', which is a less intrusive word.
Congratulations on this piece.