Getting one's imagination turpentined

A reading in my daily breviary "For all the Saints" for today is from James Weldon Johnson, a favorite poet who wrote a collection called "God's Trombones. I was just going to include a portion of today's reading but it's too good to abridge. Enjoy;and, if you like this poem, then look up "Creation" and " Crucifixion" also from the collection "God's Trombones"
And now, O Lord, this man of God
Who breaks the bread of life this morning-
Shadow him in the hollow of thy hand.
And keep him out of the gunshot of the deviol
Take him Lord-this morning-
Wash him up and drain him dry of sin.
Pin his ear to the wisdom-post,
And make his words sledge hammers of truth-
Beating on the iron heart of sin

Lord God, this morning-
Put his eye to the telescope of eternity,
And let him look upon the paper walls of time.
Lord, turpentine his imagination,
Put perpetual motion in his arms,
Fill him full of the dynamite of thy power,
Anoint him all over with the oil of thy salvation,
And set his tongue on fire.
And now, O Lord-
When I've done drunk my last cup of sorrow-
When I've been called everything but a child of God-
When I'm done traveling up the rough side of the mountain-
O- Mary's Baby
When I start down the steep and slippery steps of death-
When this old world begins to rock beneath my feet-
Lower me to my dusty grave in peace
To wait for that great gittin' up morning
Amen

This time apart, and Johnson's writings about a "man of God" and his need for renewal, stikes a chord with me as I march forward a day closer to "that great gittin' up day" ...In the meantime my hope is that you and I may be "drained of sin" and may have our ears "pinned to the wisdom post,"
And Dear God, my imagination could use stipped, cleaned, and ready to dream again...
Let it be so.

James Weldon Johnson 1871-1938