The Holy Seed

This poem is an interpretation of part of the Bible (Isaiah 6). This part of the Bible discusses the prophet Isaiah’s call by God to tell the people his words. People will become insensitive and dumb, and there will be widespread destruction throughout the world, but a few people will survive.

In the year that King Uzziah died
The Lord on His throne I spied
His position was with glory instilled
The temple was with his robe’s train filled
Above Him the seraphim hovered
With wings their face and feet they covered
One said to another as he soared
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord
The Lord of hosts’ nature has spilled
And the earth with His glory is filled”
At His voice the doors nearly broke
And the house was filled with smoke

I said, “Woe is me! How can I endure?
For I and my people have lips impure”
Then a seraphim to me did fly
With a coal from the altar nearby
And he touched my mouth and said
“Gone is the sin and guilt you dread”
Then I heard the Lord ask
“Whom shall I send on this task?”
“Here I am,” I said,
“Send me on ahead”
And He sent me away
“Go to this people and say
‘Keep on hearing, but do not receive
Keep on seeing, but do not perceive'”
Make their hearts dull
Make their ears full
Make their eyes blind
Lest they see and find
Lest they hear and keep
Lest their hearts not sleep
And they repent and yield
And their wounds are all healed
Then I said, “How long, O Lord?”
“Until empty cities are deplored
And people leave their houses in haste
And the land is a desolate waste
The Lord takes people far away
And the land is in disarray
And though a tenth remain
It will be burned again
Like the stump of an oak tree
Or a terebinth it will be
The holy seed will be
The stump of that tree”