A Prophet's Commission
The Jordanlay ahead-its boundless gray
expanse was an unbroken wall, but still
the other side was where Beulah lay.
Elijah had to cross.� We passed the hill,
the bank.�� He told me to return.� God's will
held me like Jonathan to David, bound
unto Elijah's side.� I stayed.� A chill
wind blew as Father's garment-crowned
with prophets power-struck the water.� Sound
like splitting mountains pierced the endless sand.
We trembled as the river split around
a pathway made for us by God's command.
and I heard:
an anguished avalanche opening an abyss
of ancient awesome aching anger
The earthquake did not hold God'svoice or hand;
I needed Him.� The path was shadowed, dim:
the valley of the Psalms.� At last the land
likeCanaan spread before us.� On the brim:
an eaglet poised to jump from safety's rim,
I stood.� I was unsure if I would fly.
Elijah asked what I required of him.
"Your ministry-your Spirit."� Was goodbye
impossible?� I only watched as my
entire universe, in tempest blown
away-like sun-mist leaves the earth and sky-
turned desolate.� I faced the storm alone.
and I heard:
wind whispering to me its way
breathing, rising from the planet's core
to stars announcing close of day
and Jordan's thunderous fiery shore
I did not hear God's voice, though twilight shone
with flaming heralds, honoring the One
who reigned in Heaven.� Then I saw His throne
a moment shining-world behind the sun.
Elijah stood with Him.� I could have run
to meet him at eternal splendour's height,
but no, until Elijah's task was done,
I had to stay.� The clouds closed off the sight:
the chariot Elijah rode, the light.
"My Father!� Father!" to the dark I cried.
I ripped my cloak, rending the night
as Jeroboam's foolish sins and pride
toreIsrael.� God's voice had never died
but waited ?till in sorrow-filled delay
I listened.� "Cross to Jordan's other side,"
He said.� "I'll guide you all your days."
and I heard:
sunrise forgives all which was before
dawning rays illumine former fear
hope anew: catch spirit-wings and soar
angels herald: God is near.
--March 2000
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