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...under oak, poplar and terebinth,
where the shade is pleasant.
Hosea 4:13b (NIV)

WHERE THE SHADE IS PLEASANT

Let’s gather daughters and sons
into the complacent shade,
arrest our minds
with shady thoughts.

Meditate of mindful things,
writhing and diamond rings
— noses poked, like cattle folk
under the pious tree.

The light sans sun,
moony-eyed whites
in transfiguration,
venerating mother nature.

Mushrooms and mold
in shady rooms,
poisoning of youthful lusts,
posturing of prostitutes.

Look to the hills then,
to mountaintops…
Follow the stick of wood
to its wick —
a sacrificial burning.

But prey tell me,
will you be left with a stump
when your demon burns to the ground?

Elah and Alon hold hands
looking to the figure on the cross.
The perfect shade dissolves the dross.

Nails, splintered wood, wormwood thorns disappear
as the Savior ascends past wooden clouds.

Look past the pretentious shade!
Look past the mountains and hills!
Look past the sun!
Look there with branches held high!
See the Son of God! Look to holy things!
Bow at His holy feet!
Be lifted up by holy hands,
the One’s that hail,
“Well done!”

5/31/2018

Matt 25:23 His master replied, “Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!”

*Alon and Elah - Oak and Terebinth trees

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