A mystical Rabbi from Prague Taught philosophy weekly by vlog; 'Twas recorded by Golem, Who managed the forum From the back of Old-New Synagogue The great Sage, in slow, measured breaths Gave new meanings to old Shibboleths But this so flustered Golem That none could control him And the truth thus became Golem's death Came the wild hordes of Gog and Magog, Cheering Golem's destruction in Prague; Death had come of God's truth When self-doubt conquered youth; Redemption- could emerge from Man's fog From below, Golem heard the great war, Grasping then that the truth was much more Than a threat to forfend, But a gift to defend, He arose from the ground and the gore Thus was Golem's resurrection - For he was, like men true, a good son; He thwarted God's plan By safeguarding Man, Thus achieving his own redemption
OLN means we can choose any one poem to post today – no specific prompt, form, rhyme scheme, or length.
As usual, I am sharing an old poem of mine, which I wrote nearly one year ago when I first created this blog. It’s a narrative of my own creation, based upon Jewish mythology. The two stories that inspired this piece are the myths of Golem and the War of Gog and Magog.
This poem was originally written as a series of limericks, which were each posted separately.