Whispers of the Past: A Symphony Unseen #652

Whispers of the Past: A Symphony Unseen In lands where giants lay in stone, And ziggurats pierced the sky, Neighboring drums roared deep and low, Yet Israel's song flew high. Not with the thunder of the drum, But with the tambourine's light jingle, Harps and flutes softly strum, In worship, where spirits intermingle. Why forsake the drum's deep call, In this vast, ancient symphony? A choice, they made, among them all, To craft a unique identity. Miriam danced by the sea, so free, With tambourines in joyful grip, Her dance—a victory, not of war, But faith, with every beat and skip. This absence of drums, a silent speech, Of worship's pure, melodious plea, Not in the drum's resounding reach, But in strings and wind, their souls spree. In their music, their beliefs resound, A mirror to their sacred bond, Not by drum's beat, but in profound, The harmony of which they were fond. So here's to Israel's silent drums, A testament to their faith and tales, In the whispers of the past, it hums, A symphony unseen, that prevails. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 23, 2024)