After Isaiah 6
I went to his
house,
my regular
visit, not
expecting to see
him,
because I’d
never
seen him before,
but
this time he was
there,
a presence
filling
the structure
with light
and smoke and
song
and in my terror
at the sight
of him in his
house,
a live coal,
burning and
red, was placed
upon my lips,
sufficient
to allow my
presence
in the house
filled
with light and
smoke
and song.
The live coal
was placed
on my lips,
burning but not
consuming or
damaging,
burning and
cleaning,
an act of
restoration,
making my lips
sufficient
and proper, the
authorized reason,
perhaps to tell
the people
what they did
not want to hear,
words that meant
to heal blindness
to cure deafness
to soften hardness of hearts
to be healed.
The words to be
given
longer than
necessary
until the live
coal
that healed my
lips also
heals the land
heals the
hearts.
Photograph by Rajesh Misra via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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