(No. 47)Gathering Concerns
The sword of Gideon and the sword of Yahweh—deliverance—
The sword of Lester inherited by his son—to be named?
“Excalibur,” says Tennyson,
“Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake—
Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps
Upon the hidden bases of the hills.”
Excalibur—crafted by a lonely steward under Yahweh’s eye—
Sheathed in patience and love—to be drawn in purpose—
The mountain rings with trumpet blasts—
Winds stir dust and pollen—
The sun shrugs Summer a sporting chance—
Heaven’s army trained and provendered—
My sword now hangs in my closet—
I see it every day.
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