Say Lord

Son, said the Father, Son,
say it Son, say I am King,

I stand alone,
I stand alone on a glory-stoned throne,

I see,
I see the magi searching for me,

I feel ire,
the shadows of death lurk
against the raging fire,

I love,
love Mary and Joseph,
love all men, all women, all children,
love the world,
I love,

I know,
of Herods and Caesars
and evil and empires
and so, Son,
the night
of seraphs and shepherds,

the grace,
say the joy,
say John, say Paul, say Peter,

say it is accomplished.

And mankind shall say,
O mighty Kings of Kings, stand upon
the wind and bear the weight of power,
pouring command from lungs
quivering its huge stalactite.

He has summed it all and said it all
and we stand here
signing our names upon the branching
hands of the tree resting tip-to-tip
and we grow and grow
as clouds glow and assemble.

Ben Plunkett

Greetings from the booming metropolis that is Pleasant View, Tennessee. I am a man of constant spiritual highs and spiritual lows. I pray that I serve God at my highest even when I am lowest. Ben was a founding member of Rambling Ever On and a regular contributor and editor until his untimely death in April 2020. We wrote a tribute to him, but the best tribute you can give him would be to read all the wonderful poems, short stories, book reviews, theological essays, and ridiculous satire pieces he wrote for us. Pass them on to others and maybe allow Ben to inspire you to write something yourself.

2 thoughts on “Say Lord

  • December 24, 2016 at 3:48 pm

    Good job, Ben. Beautiful poetry.

  • December 24, 2016 at 4:23 pm

    Good stuff Ben!


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