Ezekiel 10: 18-23


God was forgotten.

His glory left

The temple’s rubble

With no one bereft.


He rose from the threshold

And stopped just above

The cherubim.

Where was the love


The people had had

For the Most High?

Not one showed it

Not even a sigh.


Winged creatures and wheels

Flew to the gate

God’s glory over them

His power innate.


Again, nothing.

No protest

The Creator was leaving

The people He’d blessed.


Who’d worship Him now,

And where?

The temple was empty

The land in despair.


East of the city

He stopped at a mount

His people carried off

Seventy years forward to count.


God wouldn’t return

Till the moment His Son

Walked the road

To Jerusalem.


Copyright 2017 margaretportergriffin




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