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
Copyright © Trey Hamner | Year Posted 2016
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