For You Shall Be Blessed
Laughing
We leave for a strange land
Our tent stacked with sacks
I gather my cookware
weaving boards gems
and dowry riches
all the women
Laughing
The sun winks at the horizon
I spark two flames
to keep
and remember the seventh day
Angels collect within my light
Laughing
Sarah
the wind whiffs
as myrrh and frankincense
Go forth to this new land
for you shall be blessed
I consider last night’s dream
a son cradled to my breast
hope held like candlelight
in a narrow dark birth canal
Laughing
I unfasten all four tent flaps
so the stranger in this strange
land can sample our welcome
A baby naps upon my lap
Laughing
Ryfkah 2/14/03
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