The grief bubbled up
From the pit of her gut
It had been laid dormant for a while.
All her busyness had pushed it down,
Blocked it in,
Impacted it.

It became clay within her.
A solid mass.
It lined her core.
The lightness of activity
Was poured on top,
Like soda water.
Effervescent, trivial, lovely distractions.

The bubbles rose,
Tickled her nose.
Denial set in.
All is well.
All is well.

But somehow the fizz
Seeped through the mass of solid clay.
Slowly it chipped it away.
And up it came.
The heaviness
It tightened and stretched
Across her chest,
It snatched her breath,
It filled her eyes.
She cried, and she cried, and she cried.

And then He came with His question.

“What is the matter, Hagar? Do not be afraid ;
God has heard the boy crying as he lies there.
Lift the boy up and take him by the hand for I will make him into a great nation.
Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well of water.
So she went and filled the skin with water and gave the boy a drink.
God was with the boy as he grew up.
He lived in the desert.
He became an archer.”

And though it looked like it was over,
God still had a plan.


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2 responses to “Hagar

  1. Little Bro

    gave me chills, but good ones………….

  2. John Peacock

    Good work Clare, I liked your story of Hagar. I might descend from Ishmael I was an archer with the London Archers. Love you Dad..

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