Our partying about the hall
was stopped by writing on the wall.
That magic hand mysteriously
wrote words we didn’t care to see.
Daniel told our heads of state –
the kingdom’s numbered: It’s too late.
Eugenia offers “magic” as this week’s Thursday Prompt. I was thinking of Daniel 5. The hand wrote these words: מנא מנא תקל ופרסין


Great poem Frank!
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Thank you!
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🙂
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I love the language of the King James Bible and the Old Testament is full of dramatic stories!
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There are many stories there. Thank you!
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Ps. Do you know William Walton’s Belshazzar’s Feast?
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No, I don’t. I will look it up.
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Beautiful picture! 🙂
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Thank you!
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The days were numbered. Has it happened again?
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It may have. Thank you, Michael!
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Can you imagine seeing that?
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I can imagine seeing those fingers, strange though they be. I don’t think the fingers held a pen, but they just moved along the wall leaving a mark. It would be as eerie as I imagine it was intended to be.
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Yes, I think it would be quite eerie…but as you have said, that was the point.
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Beautiful poem and images, Frank! Thank you for joining in.
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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My pleasure, Frank!
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LOve how this capture Daniel 5!
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Thank you, Jim!
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🤗🙌
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Beautiful poetry, Frank. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you!
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