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.
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