THE VOW
He shook himself---
And walked again down memory's lane,
The Gaza gates, were quite the same;
The jawbone, he had deftly piled.
Was gory from the men, who died.
He tied again, the foxes' tails,
To Watch the firebrands blazing;
The seven withes were flazen strands,
He viewed the challenged, now at hand.
He shook himself, and soon would know,
That sin had stopped the Spirit's fire.
He shook himself---
And walked, head bowed, in shaven shame,
Each taunt and goad inflicted pain;
In blindness now, by daily trod,
Time to pray and time for God,
His shaven locks begin to grow,
New strength began to ebb and flow;
To touch the Temple, he implied,
A lad, to trust, and be his guide.
He shook himself, against the wall,
Victory in Death, Avenged in the fall.
-Elizabeth Wallace Morehead-
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