And Isaac went out to meditate in the field at the eventide:
and he lifted up his eyes, and saw, and, behold …

You remember, oh Isaac, the face of the bride

From the Genesis foothills of dreaming’s beginning

Arriving with dusk as the sunset was bringing

The camel-bells music, the end of the ride?

The nomadic return of a hope that had died

Like a riverbed flooding and suddenly greening

A promise fulfilled, flowing into the evening

The song and the rhythm of life undenied.

I remember the landscapes, the names, the dark faces

A golden Havilah of biblical places

the handclapping chants overcoding a mystery.

Timeless recurrence; eternity imminent

Israelite graves I beheld on that continent . . .

Songs of Rebecca:   the morning of history.

4 comments on “Africa

  1. Beautiful poem and lovely photos. I am so glad you sent me the link to your website, I had no idea you had become such a wordsmith, but I have always known you have had an enormous talent for language and words. Bravo!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Gwen Thomas says:

    The word has gotten out Andrew. You now have a new AH poems fan club. This is lovely. Am looking forward to exploring more.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Andrew says:

      I’m glad you visited Gwen –
      you may find things here that will be significantly less than lovely… but ConnectHook is privileged by your presence nonetheless !


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