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“And this day I came to the well and said, O Lord God of my master Abraham, if You will now prosper the way in which I go, behold I stand by the well of water; and it shall come to pass that when the virgin comes out to draw water, and I say to her, “Please give me a little water from your pitcher to drink,” and she says to me, “Drink and I will draw for your camels also,” let her be the woman whom the Lord has appointed for my master’s son. But before I had finished speaking in my heart, there was Rebekah…

“And I bowed my head and worshipped the Lord, and blessed the Lord God of my master Abraham, who had led me in the way of truth.”

“And Isaac went out to meditate in the field in the evening; and he lifted his eyes and looked, and there, the camels were coming. Then Rebekah lifted her eyes, and when she saw Isaac she dismounted from her camel; for she had said to the servant, “Who is the man walking in the field to meet us?” The servant said, “It is my master” So she took a veil and covered herself. And the servant told Isaac all the things that he had done. Then Isaac brought her into his mother Sarah’s tent; and he took Rebekah and she became his wife, and he loved her. So Isaac was comforted after his mother’s death.”

Excerpts from Genesis 24

today I wrecked my car named Louis

the airbags deployed, smoke filled the interior

right away I was overwhelmed with tears and shaky-ness

the gentleman driver, police officer, tow man, and insurance agent

understood. they were patient with me as I tried to connect the formal dots.

Did what I had to do, but in an uncertain mess of a way

after the initial shock, all I could do was thank God

He saved my life and the life of my roommate Karen

sure not having a car will be a life adjustment, but it’s merely a car

I am thankful to God for my life.

Now this particular girl

During a ceremonious April walk

With her latest suitor

Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck

By the birds’ irregular babel

And the leaves’ litter

By this tumult afflicted, she

Observed her lover’s gestures unbalance the air,

His gait stray uneven

Through a rank wilderness of fern and flower.

She judged petals in disarray,

The whole season, sloven.

How she longed for winter then!

Scrupulously austere in its order

Of white and black

Ice and rock, each sentiment within border,

And heart’s frosty discipline

Exact as a snowflake.

But here- a burgeoning

Unruly enough to pitch her five queenly wits

Into vulgar motley-

A treason not to be borne. Let idiots

Reel giddy in bedlam spring:

She withdrew neatly.

And round her house she set

Such a barricade of barb and check

Against mutinous weather

As no mere insurgent man could hope to break

With curse, fist, threat

Or love, either.