The rending

After Isaiah 63-64

That the heavens would be rent,

torn apart, sundered, as you descended

the mountains, shaking, the forests

ablaze, the waters boiling,

the nations quaking,

this we did not anticipate.

We shrivel as we quake,

leaves and flowers scorched

in the sun, swept away

by the wind of violence

Only then do we become clay,

only then do we become ready

to be worked by hands holier

than our own

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