“Leviticus 10 Poem”

They brought a fire not asked for, bright and quick,
A flame that answered law with sudden law,
Two lamps extinguished in the hush of the tent,
Breath stolen where the altar burned too near.
Aaron stood, a father with hands that could not mend,
His silence a sermon louder than any cry.
Holy is the flame that cleanses and divides;
Holy is the fear that keeps the heart from careless flame.
Grief teaches the priest to tremble and to tend,
To guard the line between the sacred and the common,
To mourn with steady hands and teach the people awe,
That mercy and obedience might walk together,
Reverence shape the way we draw near.

Lord, give us reverence for Your holiness, humility in our grief, and wisdom to draw near in the way You have commanded. Teach our hands to serve and our hearts to honor You. Amen.