Poem August 29, 1988 Issue

Delayed healing

Hugh Pendexter III

Jericho looms athwart my rocky track:
Its brooding towers forbid the fertile land,
And I must bootless compass its stark walls
For faithful days without a sign of crack
To show obedience is strength. They stand
Defiant of my croaking ram's horn calls.

What change can silent trudging bring about
Unseen in fort or me? Yet His command
Prepares—beyond the strength of battering mauls—
The instant when, at Spirit's Sabbath shout,
The city falls.

Hugh Pendexter III

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