Samuel 2
(Shakespearean)
The brothers lie beneath a bloodied earth
with thousands more to join them there;
the mighty ark of God is stripped of worth,
and lies in hands of hostile men of war.
As Eli's priestly house is crumbled down;
his heart is crushed, his sons he cannot mourn.
he sinks from stature, prophet of renown,
"I've loved him from my youth; my soul is torn.
"Yet I must judge this sinful people well,
in sorrow low they seek the Father's voice
and I must quell the fear which seems to swell
a prophet's tongue is now their one true choice.
"An oath will stand, that not one word shall fall
into this cruel land, without God's call."
*I Samuel, Chapters 1 through 7
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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