Branch of Forgiveness

All flesh
Be silent! Be still!
For we have stirred
The Lord God
     in Heaven.

We stand below Him here
     on ground most shakey
          in the filthiest of clothes,
But He holds out to us
     a Branch of Forgiveness,
A wondrous sign.

When we take it
Our clothes will be replaced
With the richest of robes
     laid upon our shoulders.
Upon this stone stand!

Ezekiel 3

See this poem @ His Newsman

by J Alan R
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