On Reading the Book of Ezekiel in a Quaker Meeting

Poem by Stephen Yeo

Foreseen, told in the name of One not
(yet) born again, jealous, importunate God
landlord of His People: Israel has no need
or want to wander, will have found a plot
to till and tell in less than honeyed words
commanded, script in stone, covenanted,
their ark, their brood, all theirs to have and hold
with every modern ploughshare beaten into swords.

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