Sinai

They misread the signs—

the silence of forty days’ time—

the loss of the man,

destitution.

_

Blindfolds and unmoving feet

stoke madness.

_

They put their gold

to the awkward gape

and made a calf—

This is your god, O Israel.

_

And where was Yahweh all the time?

Not far—

the Creator of all things,

who would have gone up

in their midst,

carving His words on stone

for them

with His very own hands.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s