His finger carved a sentence from the stone
and the command carved a people from the whole.
But they spilled an ink that settles in the bone
when they ignored the scribblings of the scroll.
While people beneath were busy fouling
souls, casting a god they could not offend,
the lightning shrieked and then the growling
thunder spoke of this dear world’s end.
The mountain’s knees were swallowed in the smoke,
but, from the shadows beneath, the echoing sound
of victory, or singing, or defeat broke
through, and He turned to burn that forest to the ground.
But the stuttering Egyptian on his blackened knees
begged mercy from the God of plagues and parted seas.

Other Bible stories from Moss Kingdom:

The Cain Series: The Birth of CainThe Crime of CainThe Curse of Cain

Old Testament: Some He Bruises, Some He Bleeds: A Sestina on the CovenantsNoah Wakes from a Recurring NightmareAbram the PaganFor the Sake of the FewThe Deception of JacobThe Unspeakable NameA Sound of War in the CampA Lament for MichalThe Rape of Tamar and the Half-life of JoyNumbered Numbered Weighed Divided: a Rubaiyat concerning Belshazzar’s doom, JonahThe Years the Locusts have Consumed

New Testament: What need has He for our Democracy: A poem for Peter during his lapseSilent SaturdayDoes God still have a body?At Simon’s House

The Letters to the Churches:

The Adoration of the Golden Calf, Nicolas Poussin, 1635.