Ezra
To the hands that held copper
in red, gleaming red
in open palms brimming
in value, like gold
To these hands of faith
with utensils and bowls
stone upon stone was restored.
To the eyes that wept tears
in streams, silver streams
and saw sleeveless garments
rent and unfrayed
To these eyes of sorrow
penitence stayed
to be vessels unearthed for devotion
To the wonderment breathing
of incense and prayer
on knees buckled under
with no hesitation
To this man of faith
with divine restoration
a people, a nation redeemed.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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