Those blood-bought names he never will blot out.
Long have been the years of our pilgrimage
and the herds have withered in the drought.
Still the shepherd leads and calls for courage.
He leads them to an uncrossable sea
and standing upon that desolate shore
he withdraws from his cloak King David’s key
and, with a word, creates there an open door.
The door opened by that key no one can close
and all those souls who enter by that gate
will come to the Temple wearing white clothes
and bearing new names. Come, the hour is late.
The Light does not wait and the Son proceeds;
the High King has come and he knows your deeds.


Other Bible stories from Moss Kingdom:

The Cain Series: The Birth of CainThe Crime of CainThe Curse of Cain

Old Testament: Some He Bruises, Some He Bleeds: A Sestina on the CovenantsNoah Wakes from a Recurring NightmareAbram the PaganFor the Sake of the FewThe Deception of JacobThe Unspeakable NameA Sound of War in the CampA Lament for MichalThe Rape of Tamar and the Half-life of JoyNumbered Numbered Weighed Divided: a Rubaiyat concerning Belshazzar’s doom, JonahThe Years the Locusts have Consumed

New Testament: What need has He for our Democracy: A poem for Peter during his lapseSilent SaturdayDoes God still have a body?At Simon’s House

The Letters to the Churches:
ApocalypsisEphesusSmyrnaPergamumThyatiraSardisPhiladelphiaLaodicea