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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Sarai poem

Sarai

Laughing in the face of God
You have a bad rep

A nomadic life with a man who can’t explain
The powerful pull of promise

Once the agony of barrenness turned into
Sacrifice
A slave turned lover with new found contempt
Was everything inside you burning?
Weren’t you just trying to help?
A partner’s journey into doubt and futility

I understand
I would have laughed too

Doesn’t it hurt just as much
Entertaining an impossible dream
As it does to give one up?

1 comment:

Walshy said...

Happy Easter love! I like the poem a lot..