Passover, Night of Blood, Fear, and Celebration

The night is still,
full moon hanging low,
silver rays turning red blood
black. The mood in the land,
somber, quivering before an invisible force
moving across the kingdom

striking without warning.
Boys and beasts fall before
the scythe of the Lord,
a harvest of sin sown
from the hard heart of the Pharaoh.

We celebrate as we flee
for we are spared from His wrath.
He parts the sea for us, the Chosen,
leaving behind our pursuers
crushed under the waters.