I Am Said I (Huruma)

The German With exacting Standards Said I was the best Dishwasher and Cleaner of sinks Ever High honour From one Who would never Praise the day Until evening The morning sun Might not last She would say Everything Is tested For durability Everyone Must prove Themselves Worthy The shining sink I leave behind In sunlight I find a hint Of inner Purification

The prayer is  Heartfelt Head bowed Despondent Depressed Despairing We know That we have Lost Everything And are come to Nothing And we plough The same spot Of soil Over and over Til it is wasted And we Are worn down Quagmired A state of Unbelonging We might as well Unyoke the oxen Burn the plough And take the desert Road Into another Promised Land Making our home There On fallowed earth Remembering That we are Pilgrims of no Lasting abode In this world

1. Eli Eyes of soul Gone dim Way not Seen Ears of heart Gone deaf Word not Heard Too old and young Too far gone The wrong way To turn back Now 2. Esau We trade Our birthright Salvation sold for Satisfaction Eternal for transient Fulfillment Cursing ourselves Into unblessedness For all time We have no idea Of the deception Into which we have bought 3. Samuel Shiloh’s silent Sanctuary Shelters The sleeping Boy Tabula rasa Unhabited No stuck rut To stifle Dreams Prophecy finds Its way With him Double edged Speak Lord Listening Alert the dawn Draw back The curtains Light breaks Through +++ Eli - 1 Samuel 2:12 - 3:2 Esau - Genesis 25:29-34 Samuel - 1 Samuel 3