A Friday fragment (posted on Saturday)

Out of Egypt I called my Son...

A vast train
--A man and a woman
stretching across the desert
--traveling alone
with cattle and herds
--with a small child
carrying the treasures of Egypt.
--carrying the Treasure of eternity.


Out of Egypt…

Sand, exotic wonders: a hard land, but beautiful too, with one wet ribbon of green
carrying life to all.

A hot sun to dry mud bricks; great idols rising to their Pharaoh’s self-worship; whips, swords,
and the slave-driver’s call.

A rich land, of leeks and garlic, cucumbers, pots of red animal flesh simmering
under stars of night fall.


Out of Egypt I called My Son.

Israel fled to Egypt, once, and, sheltered in lush delta land,
waited while famine’s bitter hand
passed over.

ISRAEL fled to Egypt, too, sheltered by the arm of the LORD,
and waited while the mad king’s sword
passed over.