Pure clean snowfall across the city. Clear sky, fresh air. A calm cool energy of december’s season and soon christmas celebrations to emerge. In the distance a car drives by playing a dull techno beat as people are waking into light. The priests and priestesses of the city have been casting their spells upon the people, like the gift stores, and the shops. And the advertisement culture smattered about on billboards and in bus stop stalls. All some heavenly magic whispering it’s secrets through the streets, and through the trees, in their melting forming water droplets sending slow rain.

The children’s eyes have it: as they wonder at the new unfolding world or as they play, in their homes or in the snow. At the day care by the church bouncing about with joy, though mixed with shock or sobbing here and there. At their schools, slowing, it is the eager waiting to be done and gone and free. On a black wire a black crow sits staring outward at the sea where oil tankers carry stock across God’s earth to China, soon more projects to send more. And all will be a product of his reign.

In the afternoon — word comes through the internet — a truck driver sends his vehicle careening through a crowd of people, across the earth. Most recent incident in our now familiar tradition of broadcasts and death counts. Motives of perpetrator unknown. Just the muted shock of one of our own turned against us: the blind wish to kill, cultivated, or some deranged desire designed to make a change upon a scene, senseless murder. For history, a minor spectacle, in the schemes of current affairs, sadly; another ripple of tragedy and loss.

And later that day, it is Allah, again, on his way, at his work. His servant drawn in anger and revenge. At holy war, that other species of divine. An off-duty policer officer, they said, apparently unsuspicious,  positioned at the back of the stage in which the ambassador is presenting to a small, private crowd. Part of a security detail. Worked his way into the system, close to the target, gained trust, but his true allegiance to an enemy so the scene reveals, smooth reveal, quick fire and a burst of fury. For his forgotten people he avenges. Innocent citizens destroyed in ruthless war, or villainous bandits and geared to slaughter, unafraid who know they will persist in heaven after earth; good glory and the evil that they fight among us, above us, sending souldiers out against their lands?

Or once again too convenient for those who support them behind the scenes — two attacks in one day: co-incidence by force — and fueling endless war? Does not touch the children, in their silly play. Let us redouble our efforts against the terrorists, those holy enemies to our regime, turned to kill in senseless murder on our lands. Jehovah, may you rest in peace.