Song of Hagar #2
by Judy C Meeker
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I am but a common handmaiden flung,
Out into the desert as any other waste,
Along with my child-my son,
My kisses now bitter to the taste,
My useless eyes too dark to look upon,
The holy God face to face,
Too dark to dare in slience rise,
In pleading toward the white hot skies,
To ask for the sake of my young,
Child, a drop of water, no not one!
My kisses now sandy against the mouth,
Against heaven and earth and any man,
I wept for rain to fill my thirsting mouth,
But got only black substances bubbling,
Up from the white sand.
O I must stop my struggling,
And be content to die,
How better dead than this shameful thing,
That perhaps is deserving now to die,
Limped eyed and souless?...
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|Reviewed by Tigran Israelyan
|O Judy how shameingly to us. Ask me who Hagar was.
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|Hagar's story is indeed a sad one. You expressed her sorrow well as she despaired of life for her and her son.
But God -- wonderful thought -- He was for her the God Who Sees, having mercy on Hagar and Ishmael.
Thanks for your thoughtful interpretation.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This is a powerfully moving write, Judy; most compelling. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|Judy your write is deep and full of emotion, sad, and painful. Your words are powerful and tug at the heart of the reader, but leave enough to the imagination that keeps them wanting to come back and read more! Enjoyed my friend!