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,

                “Good night.”

And the sky knew she meant it.