A Story of the Living Dead

Brian Otucho

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.

  • Author: Brian Otucho (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 27th, 2025 09:39
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  • Tony Grannell

    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.

    • Brian Otucho

      Thanks
      I appreciate much

    • sorenbarrett

      Several good lines here. I like the idea of the thread and to where it led. A wonderful poem



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