Showing posts with label Isaiah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isaiah. Show all posts

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.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Anticipation or Punctuation


Perhaps Isaiah anticipates
John on the isle of Patmos, or
perhaps John punctuates
Isaiah in the city of David, as
the temple fills with smoke,
the temple shakes with presence,
the presence terrifies unclean lips,
coals burning touched to lips,
searing, scouring, purifying,
sanctifying the preparation
necessary for the purpose.
For unto us is born,
to the seven churches born,
and his name shall be, is.

One hears a verse from Isaiah
quoted in a sermon;
it becomes a revelation.