by Steve Bell
how much pain can one man, one people endure? I stand outside the unfinished Temple an exile, burning with sorrow in my dirty clothes, my unwashed ugliness face to face with the angel of the LORD. suddenly I hear a satanic voice mocking me, accusing me of all manner of crimes to which I have already pled guilty. i hear a shout, a Shout, a SHOUT! from the LORD Himself; “Satan, shut up! You are dismissed, rebuked. Can you not see this man is a burning stick snatched from the fire?” Now the angel looks me over gives orders to others standing by. Everything now makes sense as my dirty clothes are stripped from my body like tree bark burned dark and ashen, my wooden soul snatched from the flames replaced in a moment with the soft fabric of Divine forgiveness.
Steve Bell is a Christian poet who lives in Colorado with his wife Gina. He writes poetry for both children and adults and works part-time in youth development for the YMCA. His website and blog are at http://brainstorm-psr.com