Qodesh

The year Uzziah died I heard
The seraphim and saw the Lord.
The temple filled with roiling smoke,
Their beating wings, my pounding heart.
The doorposts quaked, the seraphs spoke:
“God is apart — apart — apart.
The earth with glory to the brim
Is full. There is no room for Him.”

Then looked I up and saw the throne
Where, lifted up, He sat alone.
And in my heart I heard Him say,
“A great forsaking shall take place.
Oh, far away! Oh, far away!
Oh, empty time! Oh, empty space!
Whom shall I send to prophesy?”
Then came the answer: “Here am I.”

Oh, who am I? What have I seen?
My eyes are red, my lips unclean.
Still must I speak, but to what end?
Ye hear but will not comprehend.

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