reflections on Isaiah 1:9

i asked for multitude
God gave me a remnant
i asked for comfort.
God gave me a cross
I asked for control
God showed me a whirlwind

Who says God doesn't answer prayers?

He roars and we flee the rich lands of Gomorah
He shouts and his children run
from the no-looking-back, armagedon of earthly reward,
these are his people.
not the strong,
not the beautiful,
not the logical,
not the whole
but the trembling,
God chasing,
desperate
remnant.