The lamb that had my heart drew strangely near
And hid his curly head beneath my shawl.
I laughed: “The camels’ groan doth make thee fear?”
But calm brown eyes on me I sudden saw.
My gaze slipped down, I felt my color rise;
And knew I in that moment that he trod
A path that I would also – I and God.
I saw a vision of a starry main,
A flaming torch that moved at God’s command;
My sons, with his calm eyes, arise to claim
Their kingly portions of the Beulah land.
But in my joy I saw too far, and quick
The jeremiad came to me in whole:
The bitter name of Ramah swept my soul!
As crumpled on the sand I cried aloud,
He swiftly moved to me, and spoke in deep
And tender tones, that wrapped me like a shroud:
“I am thy kinsman, Rachel! Do not weep
And we will to my mother’s tent away.”
I smiled; but tears lay on my lashes still –
I heard my children gasp, and breathe no more.
Jeremy Vogan
Year of our Lord 2019, in the week when third-trimester abortions came to my country
Artwork credit: Jean-Francois Millet
Author: Jeremy Vogan
My name is Jeremy Vogan. I live in Staunton, VA with my wife and four kids. I love to write, and seek to honestly explore the intellectual and emotional implications of following Jesus as a deeply broken person in a twisted, cruel world that is full of veiled beauty and meaning. Writing is part of how I faithfully look for Jesus Christ to someday make all things new. I'd enjoy hearing your feedback! JV