I. Night Messenger
Awakening, troubling uneasiness hovering, outside
remembering, as if called, majesty beckoning the bride
to attend, the echoes a subliminal hearing, unique
lingering presence, cognizant that another dared to speak
my name in this sanctuary, no escort or invitation
extended, life-risking adventure, unsought imitation
of boorish bravado, goat tender with a dream, prince of tents,
with me a languid maid,....the dolt! Yet despite the incense
I broke not the silence. Angelic appearance, I saw none.
It was then a calm voice announced, "Out of the setting sun
ten camels will come far, from future home and kin. At the well,
welcome the trusted friend of a lord by the sea, to foretell
destiny's promises. Two nations, twin scions you will bear,
enemies, one kneeling, one fleeing to an uncle's lair."
II. Lord Isaac Stops Laughing
Incessant, unrythmic swaying, a moving camel's back,
predesigned despairing, conspiring, capricious fates attack
brides-to-be, rancor sown, beauty flown, nauseant nursemaid
distraught, "I'll either walk or die!" and dare a male upbraid!
At twilight, slowly one approached the resting caravan,
messengers unneeded to announce fate's prenominant man,
sauntering leisurely, not a care in the world it would seem,
me dusty, hair unkempt, an unveiled disaster supposed to gleam,
radiate an awaited allure...the dolt! In due time
frantic preparation concluded a creation so sublime
as to stun Lord Isaac's unbelieving senses to silence,
matriarchal awning the setting, man and wife, recompense
in beauty deserved by immortals, long promised compact,
covenantee blessings converged on Rebecca and Isaac.
III Esau and Jacob
A barren, unfruited twenty years of prayerful waiting,
terminated in twins. El Shaddai, His angel relating
long ago childbirth news, has a sense of humor, I avow.
Two decades passing by, wonder how His urgent sense of now
amuses, recuses a woman's child birth pangs, contuses
with a twin as if an afterthought, foretold of future uses
years before. "I change not," He says, but mystery cloaks His ways.
As unlike as ever two brothers, distrustful all their days,
the hunter, the schemer in Isaac's later years, his blessing
expected. But Jacob contrived, to blind eyes professing
that he was the firstborn, received what's only once given.
Esau thought to kill him, Jacob to the Tigris was driven
awaiting forgiveness. Abetting handmaid to His glory,
Supplanter, I named him, prophesied history's story.
Women of the Word
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