Abraham's Dream

Ibrahim’s Broken Dream by Rick Folker His withered hand sifts through the sand, “My descendants, Isaac-Ishmael are like stars that have fallen, sand scattering into a nameless lake ... Something causes him to wake some voices whispering, "Remember Isaac, Remember the Knife. Lillith-like women laughing they torment him, he sobs the desert quakes. Yours is a land In future will break! Looking up, he thinks he sees Hagar “Two beloved wives, now none…. In the hot Arab sun Isaac and Ishmael Phantoms who vanish reaching, fighting, arguing for their star. The veil rent from afar “Why have you left us bereft of your dream, your wish of shalom sinking, stinking in your wars?" God is weeping in his musings, thanksgivings, desperate pleadings, “I would have them together…. He presses his ear to the earth For an answer The nightmare, the dream resumes... My descendants are like a broken family Without their mother, Scattered like the sand, Similar beneath the sun. “Oh”, his last cry, “That they might be one…”