Your "beautiful" and poignant story about what divides and what brings us back together made me think of a poem I had written while in Seminary. Anyway, here it is:
Ibrahim’s Broken DreambyRick Folker
His withered hand sifts through the sand,
“My descendants are likestars that have fallen, sand scattering into anameless lake ...
Something causes him to wakesome voices whispering,"Remember Isaac, Remember the Knife.
Lillith-like women laughingthey torment him,he sobsthe desert quakes.
Looking up, he thinks he sees Hagar
“Two beloved wives, now none….
In the hot Arab sun Isaac and Ishmael from afarPhantoms who vanishreaching, fighting, arguing for their star.
“Why have you left us bereft ofyour dream, your wishof shalomsinking, stinkingin your wars?"
God is weeping in his musings, thanksgivings, desperate pleadings
“I would have them together….
He presses his ear to the earthFor an answer
The nightmare, the dream resumes...
My descendants are like a broken familyWithout their mother,Scattered like the sand,Similar beneath the sun.
“Oh”, his last cry,“That they might be one…”
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