What a shrewd man I married! So crafty and smart. 

By giving nearly all, we’re still secure and look the part! 

Perhaps he tarries long because he’s being applauded? 

I should join his side, gently, then I’ll also be rewarded! 


I don’t hear joy or laughter, just whispers and digging,

What a peculiar vibe, I wonder if we’ll both fit in… 

When I enter the house I’m frozen by Peter’s stare,

And shiver down to my soul from the ice in his glare.

“Tell me…”

Inspired by Acts 5:1-11

~Poet of Ephraim

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