A Storm Is Coming Redux

[Note: Regular readers, you may skip this post - I know I just posted this poem at the end of October, but I've decided that it kind of goes with this week's magpie prompt.] 

Verdun, 1917 by Felix Vallotton

A Storm is Coming

The four horsemen of the
Modern apocalypse are
Congregated in my head.
Ignorance and Disdain
Gaze balefully
At their brothers,
Apathy and Greed.
A storm is coming.
A storm is coming.
And these four
Callous equestrians
Will be no help.

The table is empty now.
The feast table is laid bare.
Gone, the bread,
Gone, the cup,
Gone the voice
Singing in my head,
“Just as I am, I come, I come.”

Four sets of hooves
Scatter compassion
East West North South.
If you look hard enough
You can find it buried
In the Book of Common Prayer
Huddled between
The Psalter and
The Catechism.

If you look hard enough
You can find it buried
Inside your own heart.

This is a Magpie Tale.


  1. A rousing and appropriate modern interpretation of the Four Horsemen motif. Well done.

  2. this is stunning Dana! lovely words and thoughts albeit rather soul-searching.

  3. So true Bug....and beautifully spoken!

  4. I was just yesterday talking with a friend about the subject of humanism and how in the late '60s and early '70s we of the youth culture saw the writing on the wall in our call to recognise one another as a 'child of God'. This humanism has spread into education as I knew it, hospitals having less time to care and more time to downsize into better profit margins, as well as many other social institutions that have seemingly lost the 'personal touch'. Yes, the Four Horsemen ride steady on as their gait increases to a gallop.


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