Walls collapse

After Hebrews 11:29-31

 

They are a laughingstock,

marching around the city;

no attack, no siege, just

a march around the walls.

After the first time,

the first day, the people

of the city begin to laugh,

and mock, taunting

the marchers, who ignore

them and keep marching. 

The fifth time around, 

the fifth day, the people

and the city are beyond 

their mocking; now they

are bored, wondering

when these fools will

give up and march away.

The seventh time, and

the seventh day, almost

no one is watching. And

then those inside the city

hear the trumpets blow,

the ground shakes,

a great cracking noise

is heard, the walls

collapse. 

No one mocks.

No one taunts.

No one is bored.

 

Photograph by Square Lab via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Some Friday Readings

 

A Distant Shore – poem by Mitch Chase at Biblical Theology.

 

What It Feels Like – Wes Bredenhof on clinical depression.

 

August – poem by Kathleen at The Course of Our Seasons.

 

Some Post-Animated Protestations of Goliath of Gath – poem by James Sales at Society of Classical Poets.