The High Priest

A Poem


By J. Aaron White




Another year, another lamb

Another priest, a feeble man

Bleating heard throughout the land

How many must be slain?


Choose a healthy, spotless one

Cut its neck for what you’ve done

A ram replaced the promised son

Do you recall his name?


A Levite for a go-between

Though he himself must wash and clean

His soiled soul by God is seen

Who then can cleanse my shame?


He bears our names upon his shoulders

Simple stones, not heavy boulders

Alas! How Aaron’s looking older

Who can, near God, remain?


A coming day, a coming priest

Whose intercession ne’er will cease

Who bids his people come and feast

Behold, the Lamb once slain!

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