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…”
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