Spectacular displays of glory dance
Before Ezekiel’s eyes. The art of man
Cannot translate to canvas, paper, clay
These visions bright and strange, nor words convey
The overwhelming weight of being called.
Yet it’s with art and words this man will call
His brothers to repent. He is God’s mouth-
Piece, envoy, representative, compelled
To speak lest blood of guilty men be placed
Upon his head. He’ll testify to all
Of all that he has seen, though well he knows,
He will receive no thanks nor love from them.
Great suffering awaits—but greater still
The suffering for silent mutiny.
The vision’s passed, the prophet sits. “I sat
There overwhelmed among them seven days.”