In Duress Agree

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Like Nimrod before me – a hunter great

Unmatched by others in my skill

So why then my plate empty

Unable to score a kill?

 

Famished and dropping – I found my way home

My brother stewing lentils – was there

A bowl full from him  – I did command

He said only if my oath – I would swear

 

My birthright he demanded – there from me

In exchange for a mere pot of stew

His conditions – in the face of starvation – sure

I did in duress  – with him – agree

 

Padre

 

Genesis 25:29-34

 

August Bible Poem 3