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The Pillars of Samson - a Poem
Fellow hubber Ann Carr recently issued the following challenge in her hub Chalk Figure on a Hillside: Base your response on the photo above, 'The Long Man of Wilmington'. You may include the photo if you wish, with suitable attribution, please.
A challenge is designed to test, to dare, to inspire, to enthuse. Get your thinking chapeaux on! Make your fingers dance over the keyboard! Create your best piece of writing yet!
Rules? What rules? Fiction, non-fiction, poetry or prose, just go with the flow!
My favourite Bible story growing up was the tale of Sampson and Delilah (Judges 16). When I saw Ann's photo of The Long Man of Willmington I immediately thought of Samson pushing the pillars of the temple, apart. Therefore, my response to Ann's challenge is this poem "The Pillars of Samson."
I hope you enjoy.
The Pillars of Samson
Samson was an Israeli judge
Or so the Bible says,
He exercised great vengeance
On many Philistine heads.
His love fell on Delilah
From the Valley of Sorek,
It would prove to be his downfall
But she was stunning, what the heck!
Samson had the strength of ten,
It instilled respect and fear.
Delilah, though, was bribed with gold
To deceive the one held dear.
She lured Samson into her lair
Through seduction and deceit.
He refused to tell his secret,
But her requests just didn't cease.
Becoming drunk on lust and mead
The secret he did share,
So when he fell into deepest sleep
She shaved off all his hair.
When he awoke his strength was gone.
His struggles were in vain.
They took him from Delilah's bed,
And in a cell, he was detained.
Bound and tortured, whipped and flailed
To kill the prisoner they'd reject.
Samson had his eyes gouged out,
They showed him no respect.
Samson was blind but laboured hard
His job was grinding grain.
But his captors had failed to see
That his hair had grown again.
The Philistines took their prisoner
To the Temple of the Clouds,
For a sacrificial festival.
To parade for heckling crowds.
The Philistines had gathered
To watch the sacrifice
Of this prized Israeli enemy.
Samson would pay the price.
Now his hair had grown back long,
And his strength had since returned.
Samson prayed to his God
With all the wisdom he'd learned.
His hands chained to vast pillars each
Though escape was not his plan.
He pushed them with his mighty strength,
Much more than any man.
The pillars moved, first just an inch,
But then began to fall.
The crowd looked up in mortal shock
As the temple crushed them all.
In this one special selfless act
Samson's final sacrifice,
He killed more of Israel's enemies
Then in all the battles of his life.