Jon
I know being A Prophet and A Scourge is a bit of a demanding job and can
cause psychological dysfunction but do you think Ezekiel really held the
ambition to become a chisel?
You know, if someone came up to me on the street and declared they wanted to
be a chisel I'd tend to look desperately for a fast exit.
Best
Dave
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From: "Jon Corelis" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, March 18, 2006 11:58 PM
Subject: Poem: Ezekiel
Ezekiel
From a whirlwind of fire, the Lord
has made my forehead an adamant harder than flint
and filled my mouth with the honey of his word.
I loved you where I found you naked.
I washed the blood off you, fed you
to flourish strong with honey, flour, milk,
clothed you in silk, adorned you with gold,
silver, and jewels.
But you forgot.
You pointed to rubies while I slept in your heart.
You thought you could hoard my music like silver.
You dazzled yourself with golden mirrors.
Lord, your people are a stubborn stone.
Forge me in your fire
and make me your chisel.
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