Scritto da David Andrews-Brown
Categoria: Poesia

Masada

From Herod’s stronghold heights,
a Remnant watched,
as Silva’s legion circled them in vain.

Across the changing hues of water far below,
they looked with memory at Moab’s hills,
secure as even Moses could not be,
for they were here in Judah’s field.

But fire and rock laid waste in Caesar’s name,
and Roman vindication seemed to soar,
until the silence met them here on high.

For Jacob and Rebecca were not there,
but in the wind that eddied past the cliffs,
and claimed asylum still.

David Andrews-Brown is an English freelance writer and broadcaster with extensive media experience in The Netherlands, South Africa, and Israel. At the end of 2011 he returned to France following 18 months in Jerusalem as a video journalist, narrator and translator with the Franciscan Media Center (now the Christian Media Center).

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