Get on Board (Isaiah 6:1-8)
by Sydney Avey 1/01/2011 / Poetry
Six-winged seraphim
mask their faces
cloak their feet
thunder praises
rise to greet
the soiled prophet's
truth-seared lips
with scorched old sod
from the fingertips
of angels of God.
Trembling, altered
by temple-filled voice
he grabs God's train he
affirms God's choice.
Here am I! Send me.
Sydney Avey writes and blogs in the Sierra Nevada Foothills.
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