And then shall that Wicked be revealed, whom the Lord shall consume with the spirit of his mouth, and shall destroy with the brightness of his comin:
or so it read.
secretly i didn’t mind it, for inside that missing “g,” i heard the barley rustlin in the wind
wavin-an’-singin alon with the songs of my great-grandmother
where she chanted the Wicked shall be revealed,
the Lord shall de-stroy with the brightness of his comin’
but that “g” cost us fifteen thousand
to reprint the Bibles.
the evangelicals were up in arms, you see, about their sola scriptura,
and a typesetter has to work.
so i sent those pages back,
back to singin in the July sun,
back to feed the barley fields with the brightness of his comin.
The photo above is of a priest named Father Samuel, at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.
Read about my Year in Fragments challenge here.