by J. Randal Matheny © 2011
Between two pillars, shamed and shorn,
In the hall of pagans, bereft of powers,
Betrayed by passion, trapped in treachery,
Stood Samson chained, by enemies chastened.
The hand of God upon him gone,
Divine strength had left him stranded,
Now weak in body as well as his will,
The butt of jokes, this blind judge.
Suspended in silence at festal sounds,
The blind gains sight and understands,
He’d played the fool, and hard he fell;
For God’s kingdom his gift had been given.
A final request: to make men quail
Before the almighty hand that moved,
In Samson’s locks, for Israel’s liberty;
A final push destroyed the pagans.