A Riddle (Riddle Riddle Riddle Riddle) Poem by Udiah (witness to Yah)
A Riddle (Riddle Riddle Riddle Riddle)
This riddle I give to you
Upon it your eyes may view
Matched Jacob's tribes when 'twas new
Came to equal Spirit True
Bearing truth out of the blue
Behold wine for your last clue
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My head is still spinning. Nice flow of words. Still as puzzling as the first time I read it
I was never very good at riddles and putting together the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. I studied this riddle and what I see what appears in these lines he name of Jesus Christ. Please respond this is right or wrong. Am looking forward to the answer Udiah. Very inspiring write.
It's very nice and insightful. When the wisdom of God is no longer a mystery.
Riddles make your brain have a work out but boy could Jacob produce boys who all produced the foundation of goodness the 12...maybe the wine was a celebration of this.... ahhhh no riddle...regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 9:43:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
is it a riddle? Excuse the confusion, I do love the poem, flows very nicely and makes you think, it is one to be read again and again.