Advent Day 3. A Poem from Isaiah 11:1-9.

You suffer long for this.

A lover
who feels you beyond five senses.

Who takes your riches
and pours it out for the poor.

Whose mouth kisses you
as it strikes the earth, equal.

Whose body is a temple
you share with many spirits.

Whose mountain,
no beast or being enters
holding hate in their hearts.

In fact,
it’s impossible to hold anything here
but awe.

David Tensen
from Advent reading Dec 3rd
Isaiah 11:1-9

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