by Vern Fein

The Chosen people
un-chosen for one night.
Huddled in the dark
no fire
listened for wings
any rustle
prayed for lamb's blood
to protect them
from the Angel of Death.

Did they hear the wails
clutch their first born
in the middle of the night?

The Chosen people
un-chosen one time,
blessed. 

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Vern Fein has publish over 200 poems on over 80 sites, a number of them being Christian-themed.