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"Would God that all the Lord's people were Prophets": Part 6

6/5/2022

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A Pattern You Can Trust

​I promised a prophetic pattern. 

In fact, in this Series we're seeing not just a pattern but a portrait of a prophet's calling emerge.

So far we've looked at (1) Samuel, (2) Amos, and (3) Elijah.

Elijah has a special place in my heart:

   1.  Joseph Smith said Elijah was the last Old Testament prophet to hold the sealing powers of the Priesthood.  (History of the Church, 4:211; 6:251–52).

   2.  Elijah is the closest prophet I can think of to Gandalf the Grey.  "And Elijah said unto them, Take the prophets of Baal; let not one of them escape. And they took them: and Elijah brought them down to the brook Kishon, and slew them there" (1 Kings 18:40).  "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"

   3.  My dad published a book on Elijah and really loves to do family history.
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"Will You Accept a Collect Call from God?"

I shared a little bit of my own personal "calling" nearly two years ago, when the voice of the Lord came to me in my Zeezrom-like foolishness, which I wrote about in the blogpost, Reflection, back on August 7, 2020. 

What I didn't tell you was how the Lord asked me to put into poetry (I know, how crazy?) the truths which the Spirit spoke to me, and I felt that was a gentle way to say some hard things.

And so Owl of the Desert was born, which is a phrase I lifted from the book of Psalms.  I didn't know back then how to blog, or how to make a website, but I googled how to do new things and here we are.

I published my poems for my family and friends and left the rest in the Lord's hands.  But primarily, I was writing for the Lord and his angels (who can always use a good laugh).

You see, what I write on this blog is mine, and I take responsibility for its imperfections, as Moroni said; these words could have been my own:

   Condemn me not
   because of mine imperfection,
   neither my father,
   because of his imperfection,
   neither them who have written before;
   but rather give thanks unto God
   that he hath made manifest unto you
   our imperfections, that ye may learn
   to be more wise than we have been.
   And now, behold, we have written
   this record according to our knowledge.


(Mormon 9:31-32)

But the poems?  You will have take those up with the Lord, for what I have written in them is by the power of his Spirit; and the words are not mine but those he placed in me like fire shut up in my bones.  

The poems, you see, are his. 

And if you've read any of them, you've probably noticed the Lord is not well pleased with us. 

In the poem, Elijah, I borrowed imagery from Elijah's day to speak to our own. 

Here we go . . . 
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ELIJAH

​​​Flies swarm an ass’s head
selling for thirty pieces of silver  
in Samaria.  Its eyes stare blankly upward
as whispered voices in the wind are heard:
When will this famine end?

D
esert truths lie threadbare on the loom
for moths to eat, their abandoned skins shed
like old garments.  Wretches satisfy hunger
grinding stone into lepers’ bread.

Sandy tombstones testify
against those who consume the ripe wheat,
spreading chaff over the cremains
of the poor.  In the shroud of authority
priests shake cinder dust from their feet.

Then a message out of Gilead!
To Ahab, King of Israel, from the mad Tishbite:
You reposed trust in a priesthood sown with sterile seed
and tithed Zarepheth’s oil in God’s name.
The clouds shall hide their faces in spite
because you acknowledged not your shame.  

Two measures of barley sold for a shekel
in Samaria’s gate.  Who dares dissent 
from lords that cause Jordan to run dry
and slake thirst with water drawn from the Dead Sea?
Who will enter their bathhouses filled with fresh figs
and call them to repent? Where are the seven thousand prophets
who have not practiced priestcraft, their mouths pure
of mammon’s wine, who are fed with manna
carried in ravens’ beak?

O Nineveh!  See how high the hedge has grown
round the shining crematorium on the hill
radiating a form of godliness, a scorpion’s kiss.
We are drunkards who think themselves sober still.
How did it come to this?

A graveyard for Abraham’s children
cut from angels’ tongue, we craft coffins
for God’s mysteries.  No more
hobby horses of fire!  No more
chariots rising up on eagle’s wings!
We walk single file toward Assyria in mass lobotomy
of all that transpired prior to Nineteen Seventy.

Murmurs heard from Samaria’s wall:
Boil thy son so we may eat.
And so has the great and dreadful day come
at last Elijah? Will you return
to pour twelve barrels of water onto this
barrenness? Will faith
be made new by rolling waters that gush
from the rock altar of our heart
and spill forth holy fire to crush
the desert snake opening to swallow
our agency (or do they not know
water runs until dammed at the end of the row)?

His body claimed by the whirlwind. 
What did he hear in the still small voice?
Listen at the end of the world to the oven speak
its final word aflame the stubble and forbidden fruit.
Shout it among the wicked, Ahaziah:
your father left neither branch nor root!

Do not worry: the dead do not murmur
heaven’s secrets.  Elijah is gone.
His mantle has fallen to the ground and someone
must pick it up and bear it anew
to Carmel’s mount. 

  Will you?
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1 Comment
Clark Burt
6/5/2022 03:08:14 pm

I will comment in this Part 6 for Parts 4-7. This series has been as one witnessing unto others (and me) who have been called by God. I would guess we all have had a singular experience (or several) where we heard the voice of God in His words. But as your poem (His words) remind us it can be very messy and discouraging causing much sadness. But Oh how grateful for those few who also hear and share.

It took me several readings to catch a glimpse of His message in your poem, and the more I read the more He opened up its meanings to me. Why is it that He sometimes uses imagery that is hard to see? I believe it makes it easier to see the contraries and rejoice in the truth that is made manifest.

This verse got my attention--

Will faith
be made new by rolling waters that gush
from the rock altar of our heart
and spill forth holy fire to crush
the desert snake opening to swallow
our agency (or do they not know
water runs until dammed at the end of the row)?

I can also see in this the alter as a pulpit with words (water) gushing, but not quenching the thirst, making us numb to to our agency.

You have been posting lately at a blistering pace, but each post contains so much nourishment and yet oft repeated truth--it is His words that matter.

I think you need to incorporate more of your poems in your posts because the context gives added meaning.

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      • Tower of Babel
      • The Orchard
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      • Sign
      • Cleaning House
      • Elijah
      • Rulers of Sodom
      • Beware
      • Two Churches
      • Beginning At My Sanctuary
      • Toll Road
      • Get it Strait
      • Corporation Sole
      • The Religion of the Circle R
      • Fig Tree
      • Eve
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