Pink flamingos flutter to the music, / grey camels march, brown moths / are semi-quavers, striped bees buzz / in harmony: music of the spheres / by omniscient composer
Sarah packed stuff into bundles for camels: / tent, beans, oil; dates, clothes and fans… / Slow travel on sand, sun blazing down — / and Abraham. Yes, Lord, we come.
‘Search,’ He said. Out in the brine, / pilgrim sailor am I, hearing rustle of rigging.
Just a hummingbird, aflutter by flowers / in an ordinary neighborhood, yet / though no bird of paradise, / I shall soar by the Spirit to Paradise / someday, singing ‘Hallelujah.’
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