Jephthah's Poem Titled '
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to die for someone? A crippling sacrifice, your own life offered without cause or contribution. No bigger story, No deeper meaning, then and there offering up everything you have. Its 2017 and constant senseless death crowd our articulated minds. Constantly streaming the horrors in the immediate world. Yet Jephthah’s redeeming act of love yet cruelty, seems to send shocks bred from an overall sensation that G-d is the ultimate love, so can it be both love and evil in the death of Jephthah’s daughter?
Although it was time ago, death has yet to change. The time frame, knowledge (or lack thereof) and culture, rapidly dissolves and resolves. But the same experience that that an 85 year old man who …show more content…
His battle, his land, his people, he had won. But his future, his blood, his life, he knew he would have to rip that from himself or maybe he considered looking upon G-d’s face and turning his back to him.
“Father?” Keturah said. She had begin with a high on life tone, yet by the time that one word had left her mouth, she could feel her feet hit the ground. “Keturah” Her father muttered with ragged musty breath, he could hear his blood traveling in his veins, inch by inch crawling up into his breaking heart. He ran his fingers through his hair, the same course maple brown as his beautiful daughter. “ My daughter….I have promised.. Promised our L-d oh G-d that I would give up for salvation, I was willing to give up everything my daughter, but I never thought I would have to give up you”. Now maybe you or I would have hyperventilated, sobbed until we were out of tears, or collapsed in despair. But Keturah was made of trust, at least on the outside. Maybe she screamed in her head “My G-d why hast thou forsaken me”? Or maybe her bones turned from calcium into soup, but what if her strength rose from below. Maybe when she said “ “My father,” her voice stable and fulfilled. “you have given your word to the LORD. Do to me just as you promised. Maybe she was completely terrified. Yet scared or stable, her response remained the same. She was was essentially a child but stronger than us or maybe she just felt love differently then we
Although it was time ago, death has yet to change. The time frame, knowledge (or lack thereof) and culture, rapidly dissolves and resolves. But the same experience that that an 85 year old man who …show more content…
His battle, his land, his people, he had won. But his future, his blood, his life, he knew he would have to rip that from himself or maybe he considered looking upon G-d’s face and turning his back to him.
“Father?” Keturah said. She had begin with a high on life tone, yet by the time that one word had left her mouth, she could feel her feet hit the ground. “Keturah” Her father muttered with ragged musty breath, he could hear his blood traveling in his veins, inch by inch crawling up into his breaking heart. He ran his fingers through his hair, the same course maple brown as his beautiful daughter. “ My daughter….I have promised.. Promised our L-d oh G-d that I would give up for salvation, I was willing to give up everything my daughter, but I never thought I would have to give up you”. Now maybe you or I would have hyperventilated, sobbed until we were out of tears, or collapsed in despair. But Keturah was made of trust, at least on the outside. Maybe she screamed in her head “My G-d why hast thou forsaken me”? Or maybe her bones turned from calcium into soup, but what if her strength rose from below. Maybe when she said “ “My father,” her voice stable and fulfilled. “you have given your word to the LORD. Do to me just as you promised. Maybe she was completely terrified. Yet scared or stable, her response remained the same. She was was essentially a child but stronger than us or maybe she just felt love differently then we