When King Uzziah died, it felt as if
The future was unknown, but yet I had
A vision clear as air. It was the Lord
Who would be reigning in the temple still,
Replacing all uncertainty with hope.
The Lord's robe's train ran on forever, like
A brook that sources from the earth somewhere
Embedded in the rocks, some valley's side
As if the that valley spring might never end.
Yet even though it seems someday it must,
Until one peels the very earth away
To only learn the brook can't choose to stop.
It just will come out somewhere else instead,
Come maybe somewhere far far far away.
Infallible pure servants to the Lord
Who would be faithful through eternity
Were floating round the room; they gave me hope.
The act of them professing fealty caused
The very Earth to shake, and seeing this
Profession of their faith, those witnessing
Could not ignore the trembling firmament.
Shouts echoed: "Holy!" "Holy!" "Holy, Lord!"
Then three distinct sweet voices, each in turn
Sing "Holy, holy, holy!" to the Lord
And then a trio, harmonized and sang
The "Holy, holy, holy!" chorus more,
As if they were each shouting back and forth
Across, and laughing at a joke that just
Did not exist despite the way they cooed.
Still: "Holy!" "Holy!" "Holy!" pulsing on
And they had not yet noticed any of
The quaking of the timbers as they'd shout,
Each breath a power-blast that caused the staunch
Doorposts to shake with an unnatural
Vibration, never stopping for a breath.
A warm magnetic hum pulsates and sets
Aquiver deep inside whomever stands
There overcast by cries of "Holy!" and
The thick smoke that just seems to come out of
Thin nothing but the air, if even that.
My hope had nearly turned to hopelessness
When first I saw these faithful ones in flight
Because I felt I'd always be unclean
For having come from origins so base
Unable ever to just rise above.
And then the spirit of a faithful one,
A servant came directly to me and
He touched upon me with a burning coal
Hot from the altar of the Lord, and this
Empowered me, by touching to my lips.
The spirit told me I had been atoned.
I only stared back at the seraphim,
Who spoke to me, still holding the live coal
Within his hand, took from the altar with
The tongs, before he touched it to my mouth
Still staring til I heard the calling of
The Lord, the call for whom the Lord should send.
"See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is now
All taken and your sin atoned for thus."
As soon as this was done, my voice came to.
I then made answer to the call I heard;
The calling of the Lord, who asked for one
Who would go forth; and hearing this clear call
Which sounded from within me Lord, I'm called.
And even as I stood to answer to
The call, I knew not what I planned to say
Or do for to fulfill my calling but
Yet even so, I knew that I would go.
And then I knew, although the seraphim
Did not say any more to me, I knew.
He flew upon two wings, the seraphim
In front of me, and still was covering
His feet with two wings, and was covering
His face up with another two, while he
Yet waited upon me to answer this
Call, wondering what's taking me so long.
So I just waited, asking not a thing.
The spirit told me without spoken words
What I must do in order to become
The prophet; and again I waited still
And without asking, to see what I'd do.
And in this call the Lord instructed me
To mock the people in their own dim words,
And gouge them with their own dark cynical
Weak answers to the very questions that
They had to pose themselves to come to life,
And mock them with the way they all refused
To see, or understand the things they see
While they refuse to just accept the things
That are in front of them, their hearts grow more,
More calloused every day that this goes on.
But to what end would I be mocking them,
The darkened people in their callousness?
Until and only 'til all everything
Becomes destroyed, and there is nothing left
For them to say they don't believe in then.
And though nine tenths of all the land is lost,
And then, yes even then there will be hope
The holy seed will yet survive, just like
A stump does after when the forest is
All cut and burnt to devastation's door.
