Psonnets of Friendship
I Pray for Richmond

The city smolders where the fires burned,
yet customers still buy what merchants sell,
breathe easily, one breath away from hell,
yet have not learned wherein they have sojourned
that death has been the wages all have earned.
Let us repent, then, lest we fall as well
where sinners, soldier or civilian, fell
and died before their true state was discerned.
I pray for Richmond, city of my birth
and my Damascus, where I met the Lord.
Who hears of Richmond? Come from all the earth.
Why do you come here? Sit, and hear the Word,
for land and buildings are of little worth,
but here the name of Jesus Christ is heard.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org