How good
(how pleasant!)
is the Lord's anointing
that makes combustible His prophets
either at Pentecost or at the stake.
But my beard runs down
with only ordination's oil,
and my neck is collared
after only Aaron's robe.
What know I of persecution?
Lord, if I must be torn apart,
may it be as heaven split
for flaming tongues--
the kindling of Your Spirit.
