The Mighty Sea Was Split
The Mighty Sea Was Split
Stillness- long dark, a mark on every door
Night last moan a cry for the day.
Lamentations scream- curses by the score
Dark angel had its vengeful way.
Evil rests in place, sadness graces each face
arrogant hearts oppressed and ruled.
None could dare love enough for saving grace
even their dark host was fooled.
Pharaoh's hot blood flowed, chilled to the bone
slaves , beasts as toys were used.
Where spirit and soft flesh set to shatter stone
mere ants were beat and abused.
Dark host was very soon to meet the split sea
chasing ants that raced away.
Therein crushed with no safe place to flee
his hatred reaped its just pay.
R.J. Lindley
Nov. 1970
Note- Oldest poem I have that survived to date.
I was 16 years old when I wrote this. No memory
of why, maybe a school assignment.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
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