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February 11, 2006
Hittite
At this moment I am at an InterVaristy conference participating as a small group leader in a track called World Changers dealing principally with justice issues. I am going to be blogging a more about my conflicted and changing ideas in this area and about my thoughts and feelings about being reconnected with IV.
Today, though, we were looking at the power relations in the story of David and Bathsheba, among other stories. So, in the meantime here is a reprint of a poem I wrote about Uriah a couple of years ago. It is a creative imagining. His real story can be found here.
Hittite
His heart was pierced
Long before the arrow found its mark
Bleeding to see the king
Who drew him from the sway
Of heathen kings
Meet him with glazed and hollow eyes
His spirit's burning fire
Drowned in decadence
He went to the feast
Given in his honor
Fighting his body's yearning
To sink into its softness
As he had fought the night before
To not yield to the sweet solace
Of a softer softness still
He choked down the wine
Offered
No, more commanded
Again and again and again
And struggled against its heaviness
That pulled him towards oblivion
He rose to go
Cheered on by his debauched lord
To lose his cares for the night
He cast one glance back
Then went with holy, sotted stumbling
Back to the palace door
Personal Growth or Lack Thereof | By jackdas | 11:27 PM
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