Abraham Poem by Wilson Khor W.H.

I believe in God.
I believe in the God who called me
out of my homeland,
out of my father's household
out of everything I once knew -
the only things I knew about.

I believe in God's promises.
I believe in the promises God whispered into my heart
that He would take me to a new land,
that He would lead me the way,
that He would show me wonders never seen before -
and I would be blessed.

After all these years, I still believed.
I still remembered, and have seen His goodness
but,

I was not the Abraham
to whom He appeared at the great tree of Moreh.
I was not the Abraham
to whom the king of Salem took out bread and wine.
I was not the Abraham
to whom He had told to count the stars.

And His covenant with me
would neither adorn the sky like a jewel-embedded crown
nor remembered by the sands as waves come and gone
no matter how many altars I've built,
no matter how many sacrifices I've prepared,
and no matter how many Hagars I've slept with
- in the years and years of wandering
without knowing where I'll be
with no Sarah or Isaac in sight.