Nebuchadnezzar

By Published On: November 18, 20240 Comments on Nebuchadnezzar

There, he stood—the golden head of an empire
that stretched across the horizon,
with the rivers of Babylon winding
between the fingers
of his iron fist.
His stone statue
made with many hands,
drew awe and jealousy.

But he could not understand
the day he found the statue crumbling,
its limbs turning to dust
before the many who adored him—
until Daniel spoke,
a captive voice,
the prophet of another kingdom.

And the king,
with all his gold and power,
saw only what he feared—
his reign becoming a fleeting spark
in the dark abyss of time.

He ordered his likeness, a new statue
of gold to be worshiped,
but the furnace blazed hotter
for those who refused to bow—
three men, unyielding, unafraid to burn—
their Faith the only fire
that did not consume them.

His pride could not be quenched by flames.
The king wandered,
cursed by his own greatness,
eating grass like cattle,
his mind lost to madness
as his empire,
so sure, so vast,
shuddered beneath
the weight of the Heavens.

One day, he and his followers realized
their error, their idolatry,
their betrayal of humanity—
a lesson, not a fable.

 
Shannon McKeehen, MFA, PhD is a poet, an activist, an educator, and Faculty at Tiffin University. She has published two books: “Barbra in Shadow ” and “Just a Trick of the Light.”

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