After Hebrew 11:31 and Joshua 2:1-14
And we
wait.
We can
hear the sounds
of the
multitudes approaching,
the feet
of thunder,
the
shields of cracking lightning.
The city
is closed, tightly.
My house,
filled with family,
family who
shunned me before,
my house
is tightly closed.
The sign
hangs from the window,
the sign
of red like blood,
the sign
of thread to bind.
Our lives
hang by a thread,
by that
thread of scarlet.
And we
wait
as the
sounds of thunder
circle
round the city.
the noose
tightening.
I see fear
in the faces
around me,
the soft cries
of the
children,
the fear
of imminent death.
I hear my
mother’s quiet sob.
But the
thread hangs
from the
window,
binding
us,
binding
them.
Photograph by Circe Denyer via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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