Yesterday I read how they
built a cart, spanking new and sturdy,
to bring You to Jerusalem.
But why the cart?
To save men’s shoulders?
Did a pole break?
Or did they forget the way
You said to carry You
so they’d be safe from
the hot terror of undiluted
Glory’s lightning, Love’s furnace.
Did they think they could touch Holy You
without the blood price You
would later pay?
Then, a slip—and
Uzzah reached.
I imagine you wept
when he died.
Without the cart, they tried again,
your way this time.
David danced ahead, but
after six steps,
only six steps,
he turned to You.
What if I called your Name,
every six steps?
Returned your reach that often?
What slips would I dodge?
How close would we be?
(2 Samuel 6:13)
© 2019 Cheryl Bostrom – Every Six Steps: A Poem About Reaching
Cheryl, Your poem is a wonderful reminder of our need to be close to God!
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Best place to be. 🙂
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