Sonnet

The slave girl’s son I will also make into a nation.
For he is your child too.
The promise to Abram remains through all creation.
And it applies to us too.

The second best is just as best.
We all deserve an equal chance.
God didn’t just leave the baby to be laid to rest.
Can we not see this at a glance.

The desert child was wailing.
God heard him calling.
He ended his suffering.
He kept him growing.

When the second best call.
We can stand then just as tall.

Haiku

In our own desert
God hears us calling to him
Then he will respond