Solomon Serves
A POEM
“Blessed are the eyes which see the things that you see: for I tell you, that many prophets and kings have desired to see those things which you see, and have not seen them; and to hear those things which you hear, and have not heard them.” — St. Luke X:23-24
Isaiah serves and sees him plain,
The suffering Servant who was slain.
Jeremy cries, Behold and see
Who’s with me in my captivity.
Solomon bows in holy fear —
A greater Wisdom now is here.
King David tunes his harp again
To sing, O King, forever reign!
Blessed are those who in that day
Shall find the truth, the life, the way.
Blessed the eyes that shall open there
Where prophets and kings behold the Fair.
© 1986 New Oxford Review. All Rights Reserved
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