Forrest Hainline

Silver Star - 3,417 Points (San Francisco, CA)

Balaam - Poem by Forrest Hainline

I was on the wrong road
And in the wrong road the Angel took her stand
To stand in my way and right my journey
I would not see her though she stood before me

My friends opened their eyes and saw
Saw her flaming sword
And flaming eyes
And terrible countenance
And said Friend do not go that way for the Angel of the Lord
Is there and will smite you
For the path you walk is the wrong path

I was angry with my friends
And berated them
And pushed them aside
Saw them foolish
Struck those who would not move from my path
Struck them as many as three times

Why do you strike us, they asked
Are we not your friends who love you
Who have guided you rightly
If your eyes are closed
Can we not be your eyes for you

In rage I lifted my arm to strike them again
To strike them down to dust
And trample them
Dust to dust

The Lord’s Angel rose in fury
And shone before my eyes
So brightly that even my closed eyes burned with brightness
The Angel made a sound like a great wind
And the dust rose and cut my face
And filled my nose and parched my tongue

Then the wind stopped and my eyes opened
The Angel stood there still
Now without a sword
And opened her arms
Beckoned me to her bosom

I came to her and wept
Wept as she held me
Wept for my blindness
Wept for the blows laid on my friends
Wept for the wrong road and all the wrong roads
Wept for the wrong turns and all the wrong turns

Held in her bosom
I asked her to forgive
To forgive me my blows and blindness
She held me
No she said
Forgive yourself

Open your eyes
Signs are there to see
Open your heart
Signs are there to follow

Open your ears
For the Word that is before any word
For the Word that is after every word
For the Word that is within every word

For the silent Word heard over forty days and nights
In the desert
For the Word in the wind
For the Word before the wind and after the wind
For the sound of the Word spoken in silence
Before the beginning


(2007)


Comments about Balaam by Forrest Hainline

  • (11/11/2007 9:42:00 AM)

    Just found you this Sunday. Very inspirational. I have not seen such a clear message since one on the wall at St. Joseph's Hospital in Eureka where we were recovering from the results of the November 8,1980 earthquake described in my poem 'DETOUR.' Framed on the wall of Saint Joe's 'The Lord will not take you where he cannot sustain you.' I will put a copy of your poem next to a faded copy I kept from 1980. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011


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