The Tower of Siloam
There was a tower at Siloam
Joined with mud and built of stone
That mounted up toward the sky
flaws hidden from the naked eye.
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The tower at Siloam fell-
taking eighteen lives to Hell.
It may have been three days of rain
That loosened joints and failed to drain
Rabbi was at Bethany
when word spread of this tragedy.
The prevailing view you may find odd:
The eighteen must have angered God.
Teacher did not share that view
that private sins had caused their fate.
They were no worse or better than
Those living still who stewed in hate.
The Sun shines both on slave and free
It shines on Romans as on Jews
On the evil and the righteous man,
upon the wolf, upon the lamb.
Random circumstances rule
outcomes for both small and great
but by his character a man
in words and deeds selects his fate
poem by John F. McCullagh
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