Sarah

At church we are looking at Hebrews 11 which is about faith and people of faith so I've written a poem about Sarah who's story is in Genesis. I may have to read it on Sunday (Eek!)

I looked down at my hands

Wrinkled, spotted, and old

A baby? At my age?

How I laughed.

But now as I hold my baby boy

In my arms

I thank God for

Fulfilling his promises

Looking up I spot Hagar

Ruffling Ishmael’s hair

Smiling that smug smile

Oh how I hate that smile

I narrow my eyes

And a bitter taste fills my mouth

So angry

At myself, for not waiting

At Abraham

God

Everyone.

Isaac stretches and yawns in my arms

Tiny and vulnerable

I vow to find a way for him to be

Abraham’s heir.