A lot of our readers have said that they enjoy or even understand poetry better when they hear it read rather than when they simply see the words on the page. So then, some of our readers will recall that I’ve been working on a second book-length poem. similar to The Hundredfold. This second collection is a long integrated poem made up of 144 poems, called The Twelve-Gated City, after the heavenly Jerusalem that John saw in a vision, in Revelation. Our excerpt today comes from the end of the first of 33 dramatic monologues or dialogues. This monologue, as I’ve imagined it, is spoken by Moses, a very old man, on the top of Mount Pisgah, just before his death. You may remember that the Lord punished Moses for his doubtfulness, when the prophet struck the rock not once but twice, and there came forth a spring of water for the thirsty people. What would Moses think about, as he sat on that mountain and watched the people below, in their cheer and celebration? What would his final instruction to Joshua — Yehoshua — be?
Deuteronomy 34: 1-4 And Moses went up from the plains of Moab unto the mountain of Nebo, to the top of Pisgah, that is over against Jericho. And the Lord shewed him all the land of Gilead, unto Dan, And all Naphtali, and the land of Ephraim, and Manasseh, and all the land of Judah, unto the utmost sea, And the south, and the plain of the valley of Jericho, the city of palm trees, unto Zoar. And the Lord said unto him, This is the land which I sware unto Abraham, unto Isaac, and unto Jacob, saying, I will give it unto thy seed: I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, but thou shalt not go over thither.
I often think that if we could understand the first two commandments (or three, depending on how you number them) that the Lord gave to Moses, we would understand everything about how we must be as the people of God, and we would gain a wisdom that could make sense of all the world and our place in it. It’s not that Moses himself says he understands it. He doesn’t — how could he? Only with the Son can we see the Father. But he begs the first “Jesus,” that is, Joshua, to keep those commandments regardless of whether he or anybody yet can understand why. And with pagans all around, it might be very hard for an ordinary son of Israel to understand why other people should abound in gods, but the chosen people should acknowledge only One.
We would love to hear your impressions of this poem, and if the response is sufficient, I may record a video of the entire monologue for one Friday podcast in the next few weeks.
My gentle brother Aaron is no more.
He liked the people well, but loved them less;
No more my envious Miriam and her songs.
The hour draws near. I have a thing to say,
Yehoshua, but I stammer, and the sun
Is sloping to its den, when you must go.
The rabble of gods in Canaan all have names
And faces, such as men with clever hands –
Like our Aholiab and Bezaleel –
Might whittle from a stump of wood, or stone,
To be familiar on the mantel-piece,
An ally, or a bargainer in bad times.
But when I asked, “Who shall I say has sent me?”,
He from the fire who called Himself the God
Of all our fathers, God of Abraham,
Isaac, and Jacob, God of seed and flesh,
Sounded the Name above all other names
Because it is none, nor may it be uttered.
Promise, Yehoshua – by that holiest flame
That purges as it burns, by that dread earth
I dared not set my foot upon – swear, swear
To the old man you shall not see again,
You will keep those commandments traced in stone
By the invisible finger of our God,
Even those impossible to understand,
Never to own a neighborhood of gods,
Never to hold Him captive in a face,
Never to smudge and smear the holy Name
As if it were a shekel in your bag –
Three several laws, but one, as He is one.
Somehow, I could not tell you if I knew,
On these bewildering ordinances depend
Earth and the heavens and all the hosts therein.
Let Israel not grow old in her conceit!
Let not the river of obedience sink
Into the sands of slavery and self-will.
Go now, my good lad. I am not alone,
And if you see a misting in my eyes,
Think I am standing on a shore at dawn
When all the east is silence, life, and fire.
More, ever more – I go to seek His face
And hearken to the music of His name.
One kiss, Yehoshua. Yours is now the time.
Go lead our children to the Promised Land.
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