Abram's Promises

It feels like diamonds dropping on his soul
As God names each star his child,
Abram who already felt the dead weight
Of his stick pulling at the palm,
Steady for the long haul underground.

But now!
He has become a universe of blood,
Of cries and lungs filling with
Uncharted air.
Galaxies spin with a mother's
Tenderness,
Singing with the pulse of life.

He feels like a man of metal
And at the same glowing instant
Like a man of sand.
Wind lashes the skies,
A wagon labours behind him
In the mud.
Cries calling for help and food
And grace and revenge
Recall him to his naked soul.
He turns, mumbling to himself,
And yet the universe still
revolves within his bones.