The Reclamation of the Land

I rejoice that the land is going back.
It is being claimed by the owls 
And by the finches,
By the little birds
And by the great big bears.
For it appears that despite the grasping hands,
That the pebbles fall between the fingers.
For the time is up.
The lease has been reclaimed
And soon, it will be turned loose to the wild ones 
Who have no other place to go. But fear not, 
It’s just the land you haven’t used.
You won’t miss it when it’s gone.
You may even rejoice
To be spared the taxes.
For a curse is decreed upon the land.
Hear it, oh people! I say again,
A curse is decreed
Upon the land.
And now
Behold the One who watches over sparrows
Come to give homes to those
Without holes. Behold, 
He comes 
With lightning in His hand.
And there is no way to cling anymore 
To anything but that which you most cherish,
So choose well.