Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Silence broken in Egypt by the cries

It is the moment of absolute terror
That one cannot plan to experience
When the angel of death appears
Carrying a sword unique to this bearer
It hovers above the cradle, form ethereal
The child stares up in fear

And in that moment
The child is silent
Because death is fast
There is no torment
All is quiet
The die is cast

And a great howl of sorrow
Rose that night in Egypt
For the dead were children
First born and beloved
Thereafter they have no tomorrow
The threat was not secret
The threat was not hidden
The final plague was begun

5 and all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of the Pharaoh who sits on his throne, even to the firstborn of the slave girl who is behind the millstones; all the firstborn of the cattle as well. 6  Moreover, there shall be a great cry in all the land of Egypt, such as there has not been before and such as shall never be again.  Exodus 11:5,6