I know what faith is.
I remember holding my baby brother in my arms
And delighting as he slept, somehow trusting me
To keep him safe. And I remember the Egyptian
Grabbing him out of my safe arms and hurling him
Into the fast waters of the Nile
Even as he slept.
My mother was beaten senseless
So she would not swim to save him.
I, too was beaten
For my tears. This is what I know of faith.

I know what love is.
My lover -- dare I call him my husband?
Filled me with want, and satisfied me.
He moved me to live and love.
When his scent filled me, my fear and fatigue melted.
It haunts me now, that scent.
On a bright morning, still full of the night before,
My love was crushed beneath the giant blocks
and thrown into the great furnace.
Again, I was beaten
For my tears. This is what I know of love.

Now, I am old and alone
I cry no tears for my unborn children
For what life could I give them?
I have learned that tears bring beatings.
The young men, they speak in whispers
of Mighty Moses, sent from God to save us.
They speak of a Promised Land, given to our fathers
By Adonai. They speak of hope, but
What do I know of hope? I am tired
And I only wish to die.

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A Hebrew Slave at the End of Her Life Contributed by banjo on Sunday, 22nd June 2003 @ 09:05:00 PM in AEST Topic: ChristianPoetry I know what faith is. I remember holding my baby brother in my arms And delighting as he slept, somehow trusting me To keep him safe. And I remember the Egyptian Grabbing him out of my safe arms and hurling him Into the fast waters of the Nile Even as he slept. My mother was beaten senseless So she would not swim to save him. I, too was beaten For my tears. This is what I know of faith. I know what love is. My lover -- dare I call him my husband? Filled me with want, and satisfied me. He moved me to live and love. When his scent filled me, my fear and fatigue melted. It haunts me now, that scent. On a bright morning, still full of the night before, My love was crushed beneath the giant blocks and thrown into the great furnace. Again, I was beaten For my tears. This is what I know of love. Now, I am old and alone I cry no tears for my unborn children For what life could I give them? I have learned that tears bring beatings. The young men, they speak in whispers of Mighty Moses, sent from God to save us. They speak of a Promised Land, given to our fathers By Adonai. They speak of hope, but What do I know of hope? I am tired And I only wish to die. Copyright © banjo ... [ 2003-06-22 21:05:00] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem

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Re: A Hebrew Slave at the End of Her Life (User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on Sunday, 22nd June 2003 @ 11:09:39 PM AEST (User Info | Send a Message) You did a great job with this, very good. I see nothing wrong with it. Great write! PEACE, JOY, LUV, emy

Re: A Hebrew Slave at the End of Her Life (User Rating: 1 ) by Fenril(_a.k.a_ZTAP) on Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 02:09:42 PM AEST (User Info | Send a Message) well, it's a very good writing, though I don't like particulary this style of tales, yet by the sake of the story telling I liked it

Re: A Hebrew Slave at the End of Her Life (User Rating: 1 ) by Wrybod on Thursday, 31st July 2003 @ 03:13:47 AM AEST (User Info | Send a Message) It's a fine poem And here we are centuries later with mothers still going through the same traumas.

Re: A Hebrew Slave at the End of Her Life (User Rating: 1 ) by Wrybod on Thursday, 31st July 2003 @ 03:14:34 AM AEST (User Info | Send a Message) It's a fine poem And here we are centuries later with mothers still going through the same traumas.

Re: A Hebrew Slave at the End of Her Life (User Rating: 1 ) by Kristina_Simpson_Stewart on Saturday, 21st February 2004 @ 07:41:34 AM AEST (User Info | Send a Message) Not overdone, not clunky! I thought it was absoutly wonderful. You have a lot of talent! This poem stirs faith in my soul that encourages me to carry on even in the middle of heartache and troubles. Thank you so much for sharing this with the rest of us. I loved it! My pain and the troubles that I face seem far less terrible remembering that others have faced similar tragedies and alot have faced far worse than me. Thanks again!

Re: A Hebrew Slave at the End of Her Life (User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on Tuesday, 3rd August 2004 @ 05:24:07 AM AEST (User Info | Send a Message) Well written, from an ancient perspective.