The Waters of Babylon

The Friday Fictioneers prompt has come around again, thanks to the diligent efforts of our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and a photo prompt donation from Roger Bulolt. (Please note the photo is copyright.)

It happens that I’m prepared for today’s prompt — though palm trees would have been a nice touch. 🙂  I was inspired back in spring to write a verse from Psalm 137 and stashed it away for the right opportunity. I thought of it when I looked at this morning’s prompt, so here goes:

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Butolt

“By the rivers of Babylon where we sat down, yea,
we wept,
when we remembered Zion.”

“Sing!” soldiers commanded,
sick of our sobbing. “Sing
some cheerful song from your land.
Stop this wretched wail.”

We who’ve seen our toddlers trampled,
our elders left to starve; our maidens
in the hands of these brutes.

Jerusalem, the beautiful city, ravaged;
the temple of our God in flames.
Sing? Not a chance!

“Vengeance is mine,” Yahweh declares.
He will repay in full measure,
oh Babylon!

Hush — the prophet speaks!
‘The fire shall purify but never consume;
the waters shall cleanse but not overwhelm
Jacob, my beloved.’ *

Yahweh has not forgotten us.
He will preserve his people
in the waters of Babylon.”

(*Isaiah 43:1-2)

47 thoughts on “The Waters of Babylon

    1. Thank you, Linda. I’m way out in left field with this one, but I thought you would like it. 🙂

      As they say, “War is hell.” I can only imagine what those people endured, Mind you, they’d dealt brutally with their enemies, too. I’m so glad for today’s ideals of Peace.

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      1. Ideals of peace. Yes, that’s just what they are. Ideals. There is so much suffering around the world. People are still dealing brutally with others. Not much changes in human nature.


      1. Great, because I haven’t been able to get on Library computers to access nano and I’m not going back there with my new harddrive.

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  1. This is so powerful and moving, Christine. I feel their anguish.
    I had to read a long lesson yesterday at evensong. It was two chapters from the Book of Ecclesiastes, the old pragmatist who speaks of life being meaningless and all is vanity. Often it can feel like that, but somehow we try to keep going in the hope of something greater and better.

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