Feminine 101

This road falls too still, I stand in shock.

Blessing and cursing seem often so trite.

Today they’ve summoned dumbfounding might.

And I likewise, dumbfounded, can’t talk.

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These past few days have come into focus.

Chariots, whirlwinds, prophets, and water,

Have settled so I physic’lly totter

Solemn absent their mocking chorus.

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The master, twice, urged me to stay,

And twice, prophets’ sons warned I should follow.

I knew the bitter fruit I must swallow.

Refus’d to be left or sent away.

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With the cloak I now hold in my hand,

He casually walked through the river,

By a power that now makes me shiver.

Twice now I have crossed on dry land.

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When his chosen time finally came,

He bade, I asked of his spirit, double.

Readily he seemed to grasp the trouble,

That comes from flippant use of the Name.

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An ordinary man, I just stood,

While winds circled his funeral bier,

And thundering, rushing chariots of fire,

Awed by our God, fearsome yet good.

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In sudden still all that remained

Was that same simple cloak, dusty and worn.

I took up the mantle that bade me mourn.

Out of fields, with this cloak I was claimed.

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When I returned to rushing waters,

I grasped the moment of truth had come.

Not so casual, harking river’s thrum,

To call on the God of our fathers.

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On the other side, there was no doubt

That same Spirit rested square on my shoulder.

And now, on this road, I feel much older

Humbled I stand on now-barren route.

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In the city I knew what to do.

I saw the solution with clarity.

Salt would cleanse all impurity

And tainted soil would bear fruit anew.

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Salt and light I now carry always,

I bring truth, life to men, welcome or no.

And the Spirit transforms hearts of stone.

But some ears are deaf, and some eyes glaze.

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Those boys torn and forever muted…

The carnage before me, nauseating.

That I am the LORD’s, there’s no debating

And His dominion? Unrefuted.

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Whomever His dread curses would sting

Cannot escape, never run, never hide.

Under weight of this I’ll ever abide:

The hand of God is a terrible thing.

This verse was inspired by the biblical account of Elisha’s succession of Elijah as recounted in 2 Kings 1-2.

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