The prophet cries
Till the prophet’s cry
Is silenced by those
Crossing t’s
Dotting i’s.
The prophet acts
Till the prophet’s act
Is halted by those
Wielding rules
Wanting tact.
The prophet dies
Then the prophet’s die
Is cast – aside –
Or lives to abide
Where the true self
Need never, ever hide.
O Jerusalem! O Jerusalem! You kill the prophets and stone the messengers who are sent to you. How often I wanted to gather in your children as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing to come to Me.
Luke 13:34 The Voice
Not Quite Home 