Words of The Lamb magazine

Salvation History

by Barbara A. Meier

A bird of prey perched on the eastern wall,
watching idols with slashed rock tendons,
beards hacked away, and eyes chipped.

Ripped from gypsum walls, ground
into clay rubble, drug by iron feet, leaving
a field of blood, knee-deep, betraying earthly kings.

The tables of destiny, Nebos’ clay oracles,
dispensing wisdom, foretelling the fates,
all for a dried mud sacrifice in his temple.

The bas reliefs of idols and dragons,
shoplifted to museums because idols
carved of stone, gold, and wood never last.

Whereas my God cannot be conquered
or hauled away on onagers,
rather he carries me on a fierce raptor’s wing.

He’s my Father who never died,
sustaining me when abandoned,
He knows my beginning and my end.

He is my salvation history-

Heilsgeschichte.

Barbara A. Meier

Barbara A. Meier recently moved back to her childhood home of Lincoln, KS. She has been published in The Poeming Pigeon, Pure Slush, Metonym, Young Ravens Literary Review, and The Bangor Literary Journal. She has three chapbooks published: “Wildfire LAL 6,” from Ghost City Press; “Getting Through Gold Beach,” from Writing Knights Press; and “Sylvan Grove,” from The Poetry Box. She loves all things ancient. She works in a second-grade classroom, and in her free time she likes to drive the dirt roads around Lincoln.

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