Poetry collection

Walls of waves

The river once swallowed our cries,
Its waters turned bitter with blood.
Frogs, gnats, and darkness fell—
Pharaoh’s pride drowned in each plague,
Yet still his hand clutched us tight.

The night of death was heavy,
A shadow that stole firstborn breath.
We ate bread that did not rise,
And fled beneath the mourning sky,
Our children pressed against our skirts.

But the sea barred our way—
Endless, dark, and deep.
Behind us thundered the hoofbeats,
Before us, nothing but waves.
And still my brother lifted his staff.

The wind split the waters,
Walls rose, terrible and tall.
A path of trembling earth appeared,
And we ran between two oceans,
Hearts pounding with each step.

The army followed with iron,
But the sea remembered its strength.
With a roar it swallowed the riders,
Man and beast alike sank down—
The waves closed their mouth over them.

Silence, then shouting, then laughter,
Tears of salt and freedom mingled.
I raised my timbrel high,
The women sang at my side,
And we danced on the shore of deliverance.

The Lord has hurled the horse and rider,
The sea has given us back our breath.
We are no longer slaves,
But a people reborn in the desert wind,
Carrying freedom in our song.