What the Angel SawA Poem by MaryMary Iscariot and Mary of Nazareth mourning the death of their sons, but it could be any mother's sorrow. took lots of biblical liberties here, possible excommunication?The angel paused when he heard weeping coming from the humble dwelling. And he wondered “Why such sadness on this most festive Shabbat?”
Silently, he lowered himself to the window for a better view. The room was dark save for a single candle on a table
Where two women sat, heads buried in their folded arms. Before them lay untouched plates of Passover greenery.
One woman clutched in her hand a bloody nail The other a broken cord of rope The air was heavy with inconsolable grief
Tears of deep sorrow flooded the bitter herbs in a miniature Dead Sea. One woman spoke, almost as a whisper, to no one.
“Tonight, our sons, our first born join with ancient Pharaoh’s son in blameless death. Condemned, not saved, by the Angel of Deliverance."
Then the angel, flush with sorrow, kept vigil throughout the night, and wept. © 2015 MaryFeatured Review
Reviews
|
StatsAuthorMaryRIAboutI am total geek, optimist, hopeless romantic child of God. I love poetry! I was a high school science teacher for many years, but at the present time I work as a math tutor at a local community coll.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|