Of such breathtaking beauty
The women were sure to adore:
Of prestigious royal linage
And so much more.
Third son of his kingly father
And fairest of them all:
The apple of his father’s eye
The first name he’d call.
He had a beautiful sister
Whom a brother lusted after,
After she rebuffed his advances
He eventually raped her.
It took about two years
To avenge his sister’s rape,
At a party invitation
His brother took the bait.
There his brother died
But not by his own hand,
His servants were the assassins
In accordance with his plan.
Out of fear of his father
He ran away to Geshur,
There he stayed three years
Returning to Jerusalem after.
After two years of no contact
With his father he was reconciled
But this peace never lasted
As his father’s rule he denied.
He made himself a judge
And began to canvas the people
And promised them much
If he became king of Israel.
His followers grew steadily
And his father had to flee,
By treason he claimed the throne
But that ended in a tree.
While riding under a tree
He was entangled by his hair
And while hanging from that tree
He was executed in mid-air.
David was king again
But great was his grief for Absalom,
His army’s morale was low
Though the battle they had won.
Much was going for Absalom
And he was flying high in the air,
However, pride goes before a fall
And his fall was his lovely hair.
Absalom’s hair was his glory
Samson’s hair was his strength,
However the problem for them both
Was not in their hair’s length.
Absalom’s eyes were out of focus
Samson’s eyes were forced out
But as to the cause of their blindness,
None of us should be in doubt.
It was not the hair but the eyes
Both of these men were blind,
Because they saw no further than self
They both ended up in a bind.
The moral of this poem is:
People may focus on your hair
But what you see is critical
Hence you need to take care.
Samson saw Delilah
Absalom saw his father’s throne,
The Bible is replete with similar;
These were not alone.
What is it that distracts you?
Conduct your personal quiz,
For you it may be something else
But for some, hair it is.
Stewart Russell © February 2019
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