Abraham’s Stars are Mine
– DR, 2011
The crescent moon a hammock to her dreaming,
awake but sleeping heart,
she climbed into the promises of time
– of moons and stars and sun;
and she rested.
His promises to her would hold:
ropes of hammock around palm trees of
righteous flourishing: steadfast and faithful.
With authenticity and love she told the sky,
And the sky knew she meant it.