The Sophistry of Eons

I have been sequestered amongst the desert sands like the Israelites before they claimed Canaan Wandering about right beside my homeland All for some kind of cosmic lesson or training The unsatisfying, brackish water of this cactus Has given me just enough energy to walk a little more Yet I feel this is all prologue; it is merely practice So I wave to Zacchaeus as I climb the sycamore From such lofty heights I can see a formidable plateau On which most men sit back and rest on their laurels I hear the legato breaking the walls around Jericho Likewise, I hear the Pharisees speaking about morals I see a man scribbling something odd in the dirt And abruptly everyone holding stones drops them and flees I see freedom from bondage with but a few words And I see myself rise above by dropping to my knees Finally, I see all the world aflame and begging for another Flood I see Two Lampstands standing before God and the earth Many could have been saved if they had just washed in the Blood But they new only of value and nothing of worth