Please go to my Josephus page and read Miriam, Antonius and Miriam ll before reading this, the next instalment in a long saga
A woman touched by fate and trial
Bound forever in a sacred trust
With what History would call the Holy Grail
Left behind by the rabid score
She stood felt exposed alarmed
The gift's worth now so much more
The goblet and wine now transformed
The rabbi's gift was worth her life
Without understanding why or how
Her role was clear but fraught with strife
This goblet's power possessed her now
Furtively with building dread
Homeward bound with her priceless treasure
Now safely wrapped beneath her bed
She pondered long her life's new measure
In days to come she often said
Events unfolded without intent
But now years passed she saw instead
A guided path was evident
Her life though changed within her soul
Still required her unending toil
To purchase clothing food and fuel
each night she further defined her role
Months after the rabbi's death
A stranger approached her door and said
You have wealth that's been bequeathed
To provide for your safety and your stead
He handed her a heavy purse
And turned away to disappear
Amidst a swirling cloud of dust
Leaving her riches without peer
Now her road was straight and clear
To protect the cup from harm her charge
A place of safety far from here
A fortress strong anonymously parged
All she owned was in her pack
Her new found wealth in a waist bound sack
The ship bound for the pillars of Hercules
And beyond to where she had yet conceived
Continued....
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2015-10-11 at 02:18
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Miriam lll... The Call and the Voyage
Thus amid the cobbles and dustA woman touched by fate and trial
Bound forever in a sacred trust
With what History would call the Holy Grail
Left behind by the rabid score
She stood felt exposed alarmed
The gift's worth now so much more
The goblet and wine now transformed
The rabbi's gift was worth her life
Without understanding why or how
Her role was clear but fraught with strife
This goblet's power possessed her now
Furtively with building dread
Homeward bound with her priceless treasure
Now safely wrapped beneath her bed
She pondered long her life's new measure
In days to come she often said
Events unfolded without intent
But now years passed she saw instead
A guided path was evident
Her life though changed within her soul
Still required her unending toil
To purchase clothing food and fuel
each night she further defined her role
Months after the rabbi's death
A stranger approached her door and said
You have wealth that's been bequeathed
To provide for your safety and your stead
He handed her a heavy purse
And turned away to disappear
Amidst a swirling cloud of dust
Leaving her riches without peer
Now her road was straight and clear
To protect the cup from harm her charge
A place of safety far from here
A fortress strong anonymously parged
All she owned was in her pack
Her new found wealth in a waist bound sack
The ship bound for the pillars of Hercules
And beyond to where she had yet conceived
Continued....
Poetry by josephus
Read 671 times
Written on 2015-10-11 at 02:18
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