Thanks to Barbara.
Gan Eden 27 Rebekah's Well
Water
drawn from deep wells
to succor the servant's herd,
twelve camels as God's test for the second son's bride.
Each bucket offered sweeter than the last.
another test passed.
A girl -
young as Solomon's queens,
chaste as Tamar at the crossroad,
honest as Ruth in the fields,
innocent as Eve before she knew pomegranates had seeds,
more clever than Lilith in the end.
*I sit on another soggy day
in the back corner of a Manhattan coffee shop,
and I watch another of my daughters
make another mistake,
the same mistake made by every generation
since the first mud hut was raised in Nod.
And I tremble at the thought
that I may have to save another daughter
to advance my scheme,
to return to My rightful place at Our Throne.*
(By the door, an account manager
works up courage to ask me if I am
or would like to join him or some other ridiculous question.
I chill his latte to a frosty.
He spits it on his suit, permanently stained.)
*I tire of this story. God's plan and mine
diverged long before this universe revolved. We
count equal losses, but he controls the host.
I dare not, can not, contest them,
and despair as I have not since the desert trek.
I am tired and wish for a new Beginning.
Another bomb explodes in Haifa and I fatigue.*
The groom,
second-born,
resurrected sacrifice, uncircumcised
prisoner to God's promise.
Little more than a handsome footnote stuck between
Father Abraham and Father Israel,
one son cursed
without the sin of Cain or even Ham committed.
Marriage
in his mother's tent,
water from his father's well their sustenance,
God's pledge their only future.
*I tire of the lies I've told.*
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