Chapter 2

Abraham

It had been many nights

And God passing our tent like a Bedouin army

The Earth shaking

And the red wind, flashing in the darkness like a wound

While we huddled in our tents and pretended to hear nothing

One day a man came up out of the desert

But just a man

Only I saw that his feet would not touch the ground

And he held two mirrors, and he said

Choose thou, Abram

And I looked, and one held a red world

Wrapped around with angry voices, shouting,

And one, blue as a still lake, peaceful and beautiful, but

Hollow, and the sound the wind made on it

Was like God's lips on a flute