prophetic poetry on nite edge

what seas have i yet to cross,
to prophesy your vision,
it is a color,
a word,
a feeling in the nite
a reflection in the nite,
the nite watches still
and reflective,
yet in our struggles
bitter like a wormworld peophesied
we hang our heads to cry.
yet stand and prophesy saith our God
over such ancient of nites,
prophesy over these days rise,
for though they be like a bitter ruin
i rebuild them,
the cities like
a flickering light
unaware of its demise,
yet i say rise
from these ancient ruins.
i give you vision
this nite,
rebuild,
restrengthen
, refurbish,
reestablish,
over this nite
ability
to withstand the wind swept
places unsettled and empty with want,
speak forth word
and nourish
this places