The Prophets Spoke
The prophets spoke
The explanation of their ritual
But nothing provoked
In them faith infinitesimal
As a mustard seed
While scribes choked the spiritual
With logics and weed
Poets alight with the supernatural
Symbols uncloaked
From the weight of the traditional
And fresh fires stoke
Upon all their meanings marginal
And no one heard their words
Until the gospelling angels came
And despised shepherds
Saw them speaking in skies aflame
They too trembled mute
Before the mystery of the lamb
But the manger bore truth
Naked, in the miracle of the I am
For where else was birth
Possible for a lamb? And still we see
Light on the rim of earth
Blinding the eyes to deeper prophecy.
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Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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