The Prophet's Call

 

John, a Servant, to the Canaans!

Has my voice fallen on still ears?

I have come down from the mountain;

For you have turned away from God's house.

You have put on cloth flaps,

And the Word has been shut out.

 

Are you so righteous, you think only on yourselves?

Do you have all the answers?

Can you renew Creation?

If so, then cause this withered branch to flower!

Release the bubbling brook from this rock!

Build monuments of the highest from nature's store.

 

My eyes are cast over the sea;

A sea of ferment, rotten with greed!

The temples have become polluted,

Likewise the fields, the rivers, the valleys.

The skies are clouded with dust,

With the product of false progress.

 

Day has merged with night!

Darkness of mind, darkness of spirit;

Self promotion, self satisfaction,

Values of individual development,

Uncaring, unnatural, unknowing,

Drive and motivate impropriety.

 

Martyrs! There are none!

Prophets have been stilled!

Charlatans and knaves rob the weak,

Mislead the ignorant;

Evangelists are Pharisees,

Persecutors of the one Lord!

 

Educators have given themselves Science!

They have formulated half-truths;

Facts fit the model conceived,

In the mind of limited reason;

False alliances become false allegiances,

Knowledge the false deity!

 

Carnal relationships are earthbound!

Earth is clay and stone.

Imperfection is given equality.

Degradation is unleashed,

Rampant persecution results in apathy.

Truth is cast down before bitter towers.