Son of Sarah, son of Hagar How well she knew, Our mother Sarah When she saw the boy smirking, The son of Hagar, Her handmaid from Egypt. How bitterly she regretted her decision To provide her husband with an Yishmael. Mother Sarah, fearing for her Yitzchak, Beloved son of her old age, Treasured miracle child. When she saw Yishmael mocking, Aware of the danger in his dark eyes, The same scorn shed seen in Hagars glance. She beseeched Avraham, Send Yishmael away. But Avraham, compassionate heart Tearing in two, Deep brown eyes full of pain Protested, Yishmael is also my son. Unable to hear the wisdom of our mother Sarah, Whose gift of prophecy was greater even than his, Not until G-d Himself told him to heed her words. Then, in the desert, when Yishmael was dying of thirst, Bereft of his mother when he needed her most. Her selfish cruelty overriding his pain. The angels begged G-d, Let Yishmael die or his sons will torment the sons of Yitzchak. But Yishmael repented And G-d permitted him to live. Oh, how right you were, Mother Sarah! So clearly you could see The agony wrought by Hagars son Even to this day Still mocking, Yishmaels sons oppress yours, With bitter grief. by Menucha Monica Levin Landau
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 02:17:30 +0000
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