Beneath the blood-lit, wrathful skies,
Where Jericho’s proud bulwark lies,
A woman, marked by mortal stain,
Clutched at a thread through smoke and flame.
The hidden heralds spoke in gloom:
"Bind scarlet life against thy doom;
When wrath shall shake these stones to sand,
Thy house shall stand by Heaven’s hand."
The trumpet's cry, the warrior’s tread,
Cast kings to ruin, crowned the dead;
Yet by her window, crimson-born,
A single line defied the storm.
Thus Rahab, daughter of the dust,
Was gathered to the halls of trust;
The scarlet thread, like blood once spilled,
Spoke louder than the walls it killed.
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Author:
Brian Otucho (Pseudonym) (
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When the walls of Jericho came tumbling down in a well wrought Biblical verse. A beautiful passage of poetic literature - excellent! Well done indeed.
Kind regards,
Tony.
Thanks
I appreciate much
Several good lines here. I like the idea of the thread and to where it led. A wonderful poem
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