An Elder’s Tale Jasen Sousa

An Elder’s Tale


I am an elderly man, the last
remaining solider of the Israelite army.

I once believed in convenient worship and desired
to remain on familiar grounds. For who wants to live,
better yet, who wants to die in an unknown land
and be buried by strangers?

We wished Moses
would have let us be as comfort greatly outweighs truth.
None of us believed what this prophet promised
about a strange protection
we knew nothing of. It is hard to believe in things you can’t see,
but then we seen

as a powerful wind turned water into land
and we were allowed to cross. The Egyptians followed,
but they were pursued by a sea that was not as kind to them. Submerged,
still chariot wheels were the last we saw of them

and the sound of dead Egyptian soldiers being swallowed
by the Red Sea was drowned out and replaced by tambourines
and trumpets which began playing inside of me on this day
and have not stopped since…




Taken From
Humming Eternity By Jasen Sousa (Written During Emerson College Era)
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