Sunday, January 4, 2015

The eunuch speaks


I don’t know these words
what they mean
what they say
I don’t know these words
or this man Isaiah

who is this who died
killed, and no one can speak
of his descendants

can he have any
was he a eunuch like me

the man appeared
explained these words
descendants by water

he left the gift in my hand
this gift of words, the Word.

I asked the question,
who is this for, this gift?
The wind answered back
with my echo.


Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

2 comments:

diana said...

I really love these poems that spring forth as you reflect on scripture, Glynn. Thank you.

diana said...

Can you tell me why you've added verification to your commenting system?