Monday, July 18, 2011

The waters were gathered

An Egyptian night of beetles and hyenas,
scarabs and jackals, devouring:
the spirit hovered over the surface
of the deep, the waters;
a staff rose and held to gather
the waters, walled on each side.
And it was so.
And it was good.
A staff rose and held to gather
the armies, walled on each side
by a pillar of cloud and fire,
gathering the darkness and light.
The waters were gathered, flowing
to create a dry baptism of faith.

This poem is submitted for the Warrior Poet Society, hosting by Jason Stasyszen at Connecting to Impact. To see more poems based on Exodus 14 – the crossing of the Red Sea, please visit Jason’s site.

Photograph: Orange Sea Sunset by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


Anonymous said...

What a picture, Glynn! I love this poem. Thanks again for participating.

signed...bkm said...

speaks more than just of the Exodus but also the ending of an Empire..called Eygpt..nicely done - the eras are molded and change within the hands of our Creator....bkm

S. Etole said...

like the way you did this ...

Anonymous said...

God moving the sea that He created.