Here’s a little poem since I haven’t posted one in awhile. Comments to follow.
Replicas of Devoted Things
based on Joshua 22
Manasseh didn’t mean to offend
when they stopped on high
places to stack stones.
Each man must have searched
for flat rocks like slate.
They sang, too, I’m sure,
chants with harps and drums,
danced with arms flung wide.
If what they did [...]
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