How Abram and I Moved From Ur
Ur, an opulent strawberry field
rooted in Babylon
We, mere seeds of contentment
in the pre-dawn
Saffron fingers caressed laden stems
massaged dewy-secrets
the day star demanded succulence,
fresh fruit in its burning basket.
Tender vines sun-stroked
sought refuge under leaf shadow.
We green and afraid of its hunger
clung tightly to familiar flesh
beneath a juice stained sky.
Heat, a phoenix, swelled in power
searched its carnage
devoured limp red carcasses.
We, embryonic sheep in wolf-guise
bared black seed fangs
under sun's dentures.
Became cursed irritants,
spit out into spirit wind
destined for holier ground.
Satiated-sun, now throne-high
mocked us in garish greens,
challenged storm-scrolls of royal velvet.
Immersed in God-defying ambition
it dismissed the idea of covenants
under greater authority.
Seed-comatose we felt the darkness
draw close, eclipse the usurper,
rain down hope and power.
Awakened to the promise
of a milk-n-honey adventure
we clung tenaciously to goat skins
were borne along the desert's edge.
We laid our first fruits
on altars of sacrifice
under the oaks of Mamre.
Ur, an opulent strawberry field
rooted in Babylon
We, mere seeds of contentment
in the pre-dawn
Saffron fingers caressed laden stems
massaged dewy-secrets
the day star demanded succulence,
fresh fruit in its burning basket.
Tender vines sun-stroked
sought refuge under leaf shadow.
We green and afraid of its hunger
clung tightly to familiar flesh
beneath a juice stained sky.
Heat, a phoenix, swelled in power
searched its carnage
devoured limp red carcasses.
We, embryonic sheep in wolf-guise
bared black seed fangs
under sun's dentures.
Became cursed irritants,
spit out into spirit wind
destined for holier ground.
Satiated-sun, now throne-high
mocked us in garish greens,
challenged storm-scrolls of royal velvet.
Immersed in God-defying ambition
it dismissed the idea of covenants
under greater authority.
Seed-comatose we felt the darkness
draw close, eclipse the usurper,
rain down hope and power.
Awakened to the promise
of a milk-n-honey adventure
we clung tenaciously to goat skins
were borne along the desert's edge.
We laid our first fruits
on altars of sacrifice
under the oaks of Mamre.