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Pillar
A second ago.
Yes just a second,
she was beautiful
beyond comparison.
Not a wrinkle or a frown line.
Succulent lips,
glowing skin.
Gorgeous hair
cascading down her back.
Even her hands were elegant.
Men and women alike
looked upon her with admiration
If truth be told, with envy as well.
Her’s seemed a charmed life
there in a city by the sea.
Status, a beautiful home.
She moved through space
like a butterfly,
flitting about without a care.
Perhaps she was oblivious
to the darkness permeating her city.
There were things
done in the shadows.
Evil had also made the city its home.
Her Lot in life protected her and her daughters.
Genesis 19:17
And as they brought them out one said, “Escape for your life. Do not look back or stop anywhere in the valley. Escape to the hills, lest you be swept away.”
Her heart ached
for what she was leaving behind.
The grandeur, her status, possessions and servants.
Sulphur and fire
rained down from the heavens!
The great Sodom and Gomorrah both being consumed.
She stopped to looked back.
Not just a glance,
she gazed with great sadness.
Her anguish immortalised.
In an instant she was turned to salt.
One second.
Yes, in one second.
Wrinkles formed around her eyes.
Her mouth turned downward
in a frown.
Her skin no longer glowed.
With grotesque hands
she held her face.
Her once gorgeous hair
in stone like clumps.
Nothing is left
of her once great beauty.
Nothing is left
of those cities by the sea.
She instead,
like them,
remains a cautionary tale.
Now immortalized
in pages of scripture.
Her, just a pillar of salt
looking towards
Sodom and Gomorrah,
cities that are no more.
Carl Butler’s picture prompt.
Copyright ©
Richard Lamoureux
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