And Isaac went out to meditate in the field at the eventide:
and he lifted up his eyes, and saw, and, behold …
GENESIS 24:63
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.
CONNECT/HOOK 
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!!!
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Thank you for your words and your visit.
Explore some more when you can, Trisha ☺
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The word has gotten out Andrew. You now have a new AH poems fan club. This is lovely. Am looking forward to exploring more.
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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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