Exodus Poem by James Papastamos

The blood of bondage,
Bonding a brotherhood,
Breaking its unrelenting will.
On His command, the Nile would rain a
Pharaoh’s tear, if on His word
Its waters could speak a current of
Controversy
The land of Milk and Honey…beyond a
Wilderness to fog their only view. Sacred
Cows, bronzed in corruption, beguile even the
Most faithful of non believers, as
Moses parts the Red Sea, dividing its
Broad shoulders with a head of thoughtful pride.
An edge of uncertainty, its mighty daggers to
Pierce the morning air with the sting of
Certain victory to fall on Israel, as her
Gentle moon rises to its occasion