Pharaoh's Ship

Pharaoh's Ship

By Randall Nelsen

I saw the heart of my exile.
Pharaoh's ship upon the Nile.
Slaves rowing in iron chains.
Sinful hearts are like slaves captured.
Shackled by their prison chains.
Sinful hearts are like minds enraptured
The oars are heavy, they row in vain.
Captivated by the currents of their hearts imagination.
Their imagination floats adrift.
On vessels bound for Egypt.

Egyptian slaves row without wind, without sail, always rowing.
They strain against the oars of their hearts desire.
The surface of the Nile is smooth, like Alabaster.
Hard and Smooth, and Black
Like Pharaoh's Heart.