Radiance 34 - I will be who I will be

This is the final section of Radiance, Keter/Crown, and is composed of just this one chapter. That  means that next week's epilogue, Ein Sof/Without End, will bring this project to a close. In just seven days I'll post links to the entire book, my thoughts about future revisions, and where this blog will go next. Thanks for following along.

From http://hashemartworks.net

13] Moses said to God, ‘Suppose I go to the Israelites and say to them, “The God of your fathers has sent me to you,” and they ask me, “What is His name?” Then what shall I tell them?’
14] God said to Moses, ‘I Will Be Who I Will Be. This is what you are to say to the Israelites: “I Will Be has sent me to you.”’
15] God also said to Moses, ‘Say to the Israelites, “The Lord, the God of your fathers – the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob – has sent me to you.” This is my name for ever - my memorial from generation to generation.’
-Exodus 3:13-15

    The word of the Lord came to Asher son of Eliav when he dwelt in the city of New York, saying:

    I have waited for you my people, I have waited years without measure;
    And still you stir up My anger against you.
    Why do you sit in silence when My world cries out for justice?
    When My people suffer under the yoke of oppression, why were your words not heard?

    In the holy city of Jerusalem, my chosen warriors stood up for you,
        Declares the Lord of Hosts.
    The remainder of the seven mighty ones took their stand in the city of David.
    On the mountain of Zion they contended for My honour,
    On the hills of My city they fought for My name.
    Though the pangs of death lapped against them, like waves against the shore,
    The faithful showed neither fear nor terror,
    And planted themselves like the cedar tree, a shelter in the strong wind.

    There the Sword met the sorceress, the sword that cuts struck the ancient witch.
    She saw her lot in the throw of the bones, her coming future in their carvings,
    And yet the mind is swifter than the spirit, the blade faster than the soul.
    The black cloth was cleansed by blood, washed clean through the death of the wicked one.
    And the Sword herself knew peace
    But only for a moment.