She was a happy child with dreams of marrying
as that every girl had. Each time she watched as
the young ladies were bethrowed With loving care, her maidens
Surround her, with perfumes and
Oils smoothing her skin
Long flowing hair cradles her face
Her eyes enhanced, painted in black,
Fashioned in purple eyelashes
~~~~
Stepping into a gown of sparkling
Sequins on brocade and ivory lace,
placing sandals on her ringed toes,
And finally silver bracelets and a
Necklace of gold
Looking into the mirror of polished
Metal, she is beautiful and ready to
Be betrothed
~~~~
With much singing and celebration,
Abraham gently lifts Sara’s veil, taking
His wife to his tent to bare his child
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Years swiftly pass and this hope is
Not fulfilled, no sign of life is felt
In her womb, and she is saddened
~~~~
Unable to conceive, Sarah devises
A plan, inviting her servant, Hagar,
Into her tent to lay with her
Husband, to bare the promised
One and Hagar did bare a son
Calling him Ishmael, and Sarah
Became jealous sending them into
The wilderness
~~~~
With continued years of waiting,
Her hopes dwindle, looking into
The mirror her face is marred with
Wrinkles and creases, her bones
Waxing old, her back bent,
Hobbling with a stick, with no hope
Given
~~~~
One night in the coolness of
The evening, Abraham fell asleep,
He was given a dream, and God
Promised him a son and a great nation
In sharing this promise with Sarah
She laughed behind his back, for
She was ninety and Abraham was
One hundred
~~~~
And Sarah did give birth to the
Promised one
With gnarled hands and a once
Sorrowful heart her fingers are now
Intwined with a babies soft skin,
Whose descendants would fill
The earth like the stars of heaven
~~~~
And now the laughing woman
Was no longer barren!
Inspired by the story of Abraham
And Sarah in God’s Holy Word
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