Oh Mummy With Her Llamas! Poem by Linda Hepner

Oh disbeliever, do not scoff at me!
The valley we were driving in was dark
But in a clearing underneath a tree
I did not dream I heard a seal bark...

I did not view a mirage on the sand,
I did not double vision Venus, Mars,
Nor did my penless amputated hand
Send phantom pains to add to scornful spars

Unkindred kin threw, eyebrows raised, belief
Rejected without thought that just maybe...
The llama gazing at me, in one brief
Epiphany of beasts was there for me!

Write: God's creation lies inside our genes,
And miracles of space and time and speed
Quicken our inner eye; the llama means
His fleshly presence fills an inner need.