Poems ✍️

Have I broken the smaller tabernacles, O Lord?
And in the destruction of these set up the greater and massive, the everlasting
tabernacles?
I know nothing today, what I have done and why, O Lord, only I have broken
and broken tabernacles.
They were beautiful in a way, these tabernacles torn down by strong hands
swearing—
They were beautiful—why did the hypocrites carve their own names on the
corner-stones? why did the hypocrites keep on singing their own names in their
long noses every Sunday in these tabernacles?
Who lays any blame here among the split cornerstones?