va'era IV

"the stick that's in my hand" is Aaron's rod
what's implemented by a mortal man
is still the action foreordained by God,
all credit to the  Author of the plan.
The royal first-born can't avoid the blow
nor can the Nile demure to turn to blood.
And even when he's let the People go
the Pharaoh's hardened heart's stuck fast in mud.
Our sacred text's repurposed from folklore;
old deities of flesh, and blood, and bone
give form to what's essential metaphor.
The blueprint's ours, to execute alone.
A God so big She's got no place to hide's
no God at all--except She dwells inside.