“King’s sanctuary,” Amaziah said:
“A temple of the kingdom.”
“I am no prophet,” Amos returned.
“I am a herdsman, summoned to speak.”
Which is to say, O Blessed One:
“I am Yours. This place is Yours.
“This house is Yours. This voice is Yours.
Temple, sanctuary: these are Yours.”
And I, even I, for what it’s worth:
I, too, am Yours.
A poem/prayer based on Amos 7:7-17, the Revised Common Lectionary alternate first reading for Year C, Proper 10.
The image is a depiction of the prophet Amos in an 18th century Russian Orthodox icon, found in the Kizhi Monastery. Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3232602
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