Christ is King! a Lone Cry in the Wilderness of the 2024 Elections
In spite of our Liberal political and economic order, Christ is King.
Crisp air, falling leaves A languid sun retires into a golden sea As the gentle wind begins its course beneath A melancholy moon And all the world withdraws in silence Amidst the richly hued pageantry of violence What worldly hopes and dreams lay piling Under autumn’s somber swoon Another thwarted soul caresses The rigid wood that on his shoulder presses As the perfidious ones who first rejected…