The Scarlet Cord

“Peering Out Her Window, Where A Red Rose Hung The Night Before”

Her house is small, sitting

High on the side of the city wall.

It has been a long night as

Soldiers sit about campfires,

Glancing at the house,

Snickering and laughing.

Rahab the harlot lives here!

Dawn begins to break, as the

Last red glow of fire embers

Die to the earth.

She has had a hard time

Sleeping, and rising early,

She veils her face. For no one

Must see this woman of disgrace,

As she runs along the city wall

And down the stairs, into the

Cities’ streets….

Peering out her window,

A red rose hung the night before,

She is anxious, for she has a

special errand to run, to replace

This rose with a scarlet cord.

Dropping her few meager coins

Along the way, she leans down,

Clutching them as she runs over

Cobblestone streets, into the very

Heart of this city still asleep.

The blue glow of the horizon gently

Fades in the distance, as light

Softly appears. She is heading for

the market place just before dawn…

There had been men in her city

Just the night before,

They came from another land, a

Large nation, who had been led

By God’s own hand…

The noise is loud, people selling

Their goods, people praying,

Children crying, animals brawling.

This day she quietly slips through

The crowds, going to market, to

Secure a cord of scarlet.

Tables laden with fruits, pomegranates

In rich red hues, spices from the

East, dates and raisin cakes, amongst

Onions and leeks. Lentils and beans

And loaves of bread, colorful skirts,

Sandals and shoes, young girls

Dancing to fiddles and flutes.

But these things are not what she is

Looking for. Among all of these wares,

A simple ribbon of colorful threads

Is her desire and prayer…

“But As Rahab Had Turned To God From Her Life Of Sin, She And Her Family Were Saved,
And A New Life Had Begun”

…Tighter yet, holding her veil

Against her head, she slowly

Drifts from table to table,

Quietly bearing the shame of

Her reputation.

…Even as a little girl,

Watching her mother do her

Trade, she had wanted

Something better.

When she had become older

She had continued what had

Been handed down from

Mother to daughter…

Looking down, one table

Catches her eye, there lies a

Cord, just the right one, coins

Tightly held are released and

She hurries back home…

The sun is rising, the sleeping

City awakens, as she passes

Worshipers climbing steps to

Strange altars, bringing food to

Appease their gods.

Garlands of flowers to hang on

These idols, breads and fruits

To place by their sides…

She has never felt at ease, even

As a little girl, kneeling before

These gods with closed eyes,

Who cannot see, trying to please

Them with words and prayers

They don’t hear or believe…

Arriving home, the cord is placed

In her window for all to see, for

The very next day, as the soldiers

Entered her city, because of Rahab’s

faith, she and her family were

Spared and taken to live with God’s

People!


Excerpts from the book ‘The Scarlet Cord’

Read more at: www.donnaspoetry.com

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