The Red Sea Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

THE RED SEA

Seventy souls of peaceful prosperity entered the land of Egypt with generations to follow.

Achieving heights of kings, they became superior to the office of the new controller for life.

Without warning the taskmaster engraved their minds with works of chains and whips.

The Red Sea became their battleground and the clouds were a witness to their travels.

The land of Egypt became their dwelling place for generations to support in mortar.

Hands of distinction became known for scalpels as they build treasured cities for idol worship.

Secluded in the windows of their hearts, they became enthrone in the mire of their wealth.

Seeking conclusions of the matter, they looked towards the hills of justice with piercing eyes.

The Red Sea will invite them for a wonderland of miracles that only they will sing of freedom with.

Their souls cried out for rest but found a bed of dung for their actions as they talked of freedom.

Rewards of death were created when they asked for life to sustain the ones they loved.

Planning a march into the wilderness with a meek and humble man, their fire soon engulfed him.

Grieving for hope, they encountered passions of hatred as they swung the pendulum of labor.

The Red Sea was moved with tears as they walked the life of the rest of their life in what was left behind.

With a staff in his hand and faith as his guide and the eruption of things to come, holiness prevailed

Singing songs of deliverance and dancing in the melodies of victory, their eyes were closed from within.

While on the mountaintop of righteousness, the oppressed proclaimed victory with idols of gold.

The Red Sea seeked shelter for their inheritance but found rainstorms of conversation to build deception.

In the wilderness of their minds they allowed unbelief to be their guide for the land of promise.

Seeking for themselves a rapture of thirst, they collided with heaven and rest was placed on forty years of wondering.

Looking into the past with hardened hearts, their faith captured the whirlwind of a novice born out of time.

The Red Sea arose and gave up the dead for remembrance and chastised the congregation.


Written by Theodore Mosley
May 7,2015