And as Samuel was offering up the burnt offering, the Philistines drew near.

—1 Samuel 7 KJV

They looked up and vowed they’d never forget

that loud pealing of the heavens. Or how 

the panicked Philistines fled.

They’d always remember this victory roar, 

this swell in their chests, and would never forget

this song, this dance, this praise to him who helped.

They rattled their timbrels high and low around

Samuel’s remembrance stone,


the altar a few drumbeats back where 

a lamb lay, drained out and scorched, 

his ashes riding the wind like 

their forgotten sins.