II Samuel
21. 9-10.


This narrative is so unpopular;-

The famine raged, King David asked the Lord:
When will you lift the drought? - while waging war,
And many fell by hanging or by sword.

No other mothers sorrow was so great
As Rizpahs, former concubine of Saul,
Whose sons swung from a tree, - a sight of dread,
Increased yet by the hooting of an owl.

For a massacre of the Gibeonites,
Revenge and just deserts their clansmen cried-
To expiate the crimes upon their sites
Now seven pawns were picked and hanged aright.

Five of Saul's grandsons too at Gibeah
Were hanged in retribution of Saul's sin,-
Plus Rizpah's sons,- but great Rizpah
Fought for the hanged as mother heroine.

Poor Rizpahs mission now became to watch
The hanging bodies of her sons upon
The gallows on a rock, so none would touch
To desecrate the bodies of her sons.

The lack of burial is punishment
So terrible, that Rizpah did decide
The bodies of her loved ones to defend,
From vultures, and from dogs by day and night

Thus day and night with sackcloth she chased off
The dogs, the vultures and the savage beast,
In boundless and incomparable love
That dared war's callous grimness to resist.

Others forsook their loved ones,- let them stay,
But Rizpah tended to them lovingly,
Chased greedy hungry birds of prey away
With a devoted mothers piety.

Once she was clad in silken robes at court
And jingled for King Saul the tambourine,
And danced for him, her master, king and lord,
With pride and grace as favorite concubine.

Ah! - royal garments Rizpah once had worn,
Bejeweled with so many an ornament,
But now her garb was sackcloth, coarse and torn,
The garment like her mother's heart was rent.

So well she'd danced before her Lord the King,
In golden robes and gems and jewels bright,
But now her teeth in dread were chattering
In desolation, sorrow and grim plight.

Beneath the scudding clouds now Rizpah stood
In daytime's heat, in hunger and in thirst.
And during night times listened to the hoot
Of owls behind the hanging trees accursed.



Torn dirty rags hang round her whithered frame,
And utter desolation filled her heart.
The kings and her own sons now hung in shame,
From honors of a burial debarred.

She could not hinder seizure of her sons,
But stood in death by them as once in life,
She would protect their hanging flesh and bone,
Shield it from vultures with her club and knife.

Ah Rizpah was so weak and powerless,
Yet broke the cycle of great violence,
And David, shamed by her, could naught but bless
And bow to her great charity from thence.

Oh what she did, was a heroic deed,
From the beginning of the crop, till rain
Began to fall at last - not small a feat,
To watch hanged sons in terror, grief and pain.

Ah Rizpah! - what a mothers love can do!
Behold! a woman, beat and powerless,
Stopped winds of violence that raged and blew
With sackcloth,- and a mothers steadfastness.

Shielded from desecration those held dear,-
Chased prowling animals, dread birds and hound,
And braved attacking lions without fear,
With perseverance on accursed a ground.



She waved a lighted torch to frighten off
Wild animals and lions drawing near,
And beat at them with club and fisticuffs,
And chased the vultures circling in the air.

No woman showed endurance such as this,
And stoicism midst such tragedy,
And resoluteness in calamity,
At loss and deprivations apogee!.

Lo! without sleep nor drink or nourishment
This mother stood five months in vigil watch,
Till buriel took place in sacred land,
She watched accursed her sons, so none dared touch.

Lo! Scripture gives this mother heroine
Too short a space, - some scanty paragraph,
Ah!- pages of devotion should have been
Allowed for such tremendous mother love.

The awful famine stopped soon afterwards,
Rain came,- lo! - Yahweh did send rain,
And comforted a desperate mothers heart,
Whose sons were buried on a hallowed plane


Elizabeth Dandy