O My Nethanim

O my Nethanim

I love you,

My Nethanim.

I love you…

Why do you bite with asps poison?

There in the woods

You stand, like serpents ready

To be charmed.

Charm I do…

For a word, a word

You are ready to tear me into pieces.

 

I humor you

I hear you behind me

Making your bird songs.

 

Have even you turned against me,

Have you turned against one of God’s anointed?

Yes, for in the woods you stand

With the darkness of the cloud of hate

Under your brow.

You tempt the prophet

To sin, when he is only

Commanded by Paul to greet.

Greet I do…

You follow me around

O forest police!

In my heart I imagine the centipede

Biting you on your hand

Or the goose flocking around you

Or the fish jumping from the wakes

To get in between your armor.

 

Yet, I do not want you harmed

For you are pure and right.

Yet, I hear your bird songs

Becoming like the chirp of the frogs…

You are being corrupted.

 

O my loves! Know that when your Nethanim turn evil

It is a soon final test from the LORD!

Walk through the forest

With no fear.

Tell them to repent

And look a fool doing it.

For these shall not save you;

Only the LORD can save you.

Yet, I do not want them

Harmed… for I do not hate them.

I do not want them injured.

Simply understand

Sometimes even the Nethanim hate their subject

For sometimes even they are bribed

By false judges over them.

Stand boldly against them

For they will repent with their whole heart.

Fear, and they shall kill you.