Poem April 14, 1986 Issue

Modern Nehemiahs

See Nehemiah, chapters 3–6.

KERRY M. KNOBELSDORFF

We've been building our wall.
Rock-strong.
It will stand.
A barrier to foes, a monument to love.
Error's lies and silly plots
(trying to lure us away from the work only we can do)—failed!

Undismayed most of the time ("O God, strengthen my hands"),
we continue to build. ("Why should the work cease,
whilst I leave it, and come down to you?")

Our wall must be finished, fortified, unbreached.
Our work continues (at every hour of every day),
we mount the watch, awake, alert,
for we have learned,
while building stone on stone,
that error's efforts are all the same:
to get us to stop our work!
 "I am doing a great work," we answer,
"so that I cannot come down."

KERRY M. KNOBELSDORFF

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