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:
“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,
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.”