. The Twilight’s Last Gleaming? The waning moon is framed by crippled branches; One long white stripe of cloud-chalk intersects Another: an immense, prophetic X. The skyline’s red is flagging; in the trenches Of twilight’s short-lived gleaming, fireflies flare, Oblivious to signs that loss is looming. Dark cloudbanks shroud the blue; a deep entombing Is palpable, pervading earth and air. On heaven’s spangled banner, all the stars Are flashing Morse code for impending wars. Unless our looked-for Morning Star appears Before dawn’s early light, our long-felt fears May find fulfillment. As the moment nears, We pray that we will see a rising sun--- And that this will not be our setting one. . . The Madness of the Peoples “… who stilleth the raging of the sea, and the noise of his waves, and the madness of the peoples.” ---Psalm 65: 7 Almighty God, who turns the hearts of kings Like rivers, where You will---whose waters stood As walls to save your people---here, a flood Of humankind is raging, overflowing With every evil. Poison seafoam pours, From souls that hate You, over all the borders You’ve set for man’s protection. Raging waters Overwhelm our land; this torrent roars Its envy and its anger at your power. Pride, lust, and avarice make waves that tower, Attempting to destroy your well-built shore. Men want to be as God, and will make war With any force that other men adore. The fountains of your deep seem to be broken. We pray that you would move upon the face Of this mad human ocean with your grace Again, so that---as when You first had spoken The world into its orderly array, The chaos heard your voice and sped away--- The peoples will be stilled, and choose to stay Within your edict’s bounds. Your majesty Will then clothe earth, as waters clothe the sea; And all will know whom winds and seas obey. . . Cynthia Erlandson is a poet and fitness professional living in Michigan. Her second collection of poems, Notes on Time, has recently been published by AuthorHouse, as was her first (2005) collection, These Holy Mysteries. Her poems have also appeared in First Things, Modern Age, The North American Anglican, The Orchards Poetry Review, The Book of Common Praise hymnal, and elsewhere.