Caleb to His Grandson I: Altar
Written sometime around Apr 1st, 2001 by Justin Brock. Category: Poetry“Only stones,” you say! Child,
do you see that river? What
can you know of the fear, the wild
panting down our necks that
chilled the bravest hearts of men?
The dust behind those chariots filed
across the desert like death-wind,
and had each questioning his God
and lisping Moses with his rod.
But when the staff of Moses raised,
our God smote the waters and cleaved
them with his blade. How we praised
His Name and watched Him lead
us firmly through. And when we took
them, they were dry.
No, look
again, my son. They are poems.
You do not question me of stones.