The Priest

March 21, 2012

Before the crimson veil,

Betwixt the flesh and heavens, lips trembling,

thou stands.

 

Terror does climb aloft

To those golden places of fire and gossamer smoke,

silk belaying the clouds, parting trumpet voice.

 

Be this your own fear

… or for thy people?

 

O, thy crooked race!

Beleaguered, stiff-necked, stone-hearted,

Their iniquity heaped upon iniquity.

O thy people!

 

And what be it that, yourself deeply indebted,

may appear hence pleading for them?

 

What sacrifice have you?

O my people!

 

Shoulders draped in white, whitest of whites,

Bejeweled circlet, leaden like many burdens,

heavy upon thy brow,

Soot and dusts of ashen penance smeared over your beating heart.

 

Thou were chosen, yes thou,

scapegoat for their sins,

to enter the solemn, neglected and empty place,

beyond death’s ancient veil.

 

Fear grips yor soul,

crippled, genuflecting before a Justice too just to bear.

 

What sacrifice have you?

O my people!

 

For I delight not in rich fare,

No fattened-loin, sodden or marbled pink,

First-fruits, thy libations, resins,

and hearty cereals are unsightly unto me!

 

 

Thou fasting days, new-moons, prayers and sacrifices

account as nothing.

Vain cries I will not hear.

 

Quaking, fist striking your breast,

soul immersed by godly fear,

a crumpled, feeble prisoner

Beneath the divine floods, waves that pummel and rise.

 

Say you:

“No pleasurable offering I have,

Nothing I present aside sins and earthly gifts unfitting.

My God, what I possess is knowledge

that Thee suffers our eternal stain, our disobedience, our plight,

How we break, again and again,

from your outstretched hands!

 

Grave be a Father’s despairing over His lost children…

Immense toil, O God, over this awry creation,

O Thou everlasting tears and greater, most-greatest love!

 

 

I offer,

unto Thee:

Thine own embittered mercy!”

 

And this, Almighty God overlooked,

His own sacrifice impassioned, granted to these undeserving creatures,

A love so perfect as His bestowed…

And in it, saw no fault.

 

Priest before the Ark of the Covenant.

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4 Responses to “The Priest”

  1. lamehousewife said

    may i reblog? this is so beautiful…

  2. hno3burns said

    anytime! God Bless you!

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