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A Mile in Hagar's Shoes
by Patricia Backora
08/19/09
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My birth I didnít choose
Assigned a lowly place
Walk a mile in my shoes
Before my name you hate.

Preachers claim I had no faith
God had no need of me
My faith gave God a holy name
The God Who seeth me.

Slaves must stay in their place
Because theyíve got no rights
But would YOU have had sufficient grace
To live my kind of life?

How easily you judge me
From your cushioned velvet pew
Youíve never felt the desert heat
In your church serene and cool.

You preach on family life
I lost MY family
I wasnít a full-fledged wife
They made me a machine.

Torn from my native land
Far away from motherís embrace
A chattel of a mighty man
Reduced to being a slave.

Trapped in circumstances
Others chose for me
My bright mind had no chances
To learn or even read.

Grinding grain by day
Cooking meals by night
No one could feel my pain
At the dying of my light.

Eagles soaring in the sky
Had a better life than I
How I longed to take my flight
To the sky so free and bright.

I longed for my own love
Whoíd cherish me for me
A princess born in freedom
Thatís what I yearned to be.

Just to be someoneís sweetheart
Precious and protected
Securely loved and kept from harm
Instead Iíd be rejected.

My mistress wanted babies
There seemed no other way
Like a brood mare Sarai gave me
To breed with her soulmate.

No kindred soul to cherish me
No one called me beloved
Iíd treasured my virginity
To give the one Iíd wed.

I cried inside that fateful night
A rich man took my sole treasure
No dignity was left in life
As my master took his pleasure.

The child inside, it wasnít mine
It grew there for another
When it emerged to see the light
Iíd never be its mother.

I longed to reawaken me
I wasnít a machine
The words I said, they sounded mean
As I fought hard to break free.

Sarai was a lioness
A firestorm of rage
Terrified I fled the tent
And broke free of my cage.

Burning sand, hostile land
No haven of rest for me
No shield I found in Abraham
From Saraiís cruelty.

The rocky hills, the eveningís chill
My blistered weary feet
The hungry howls of jackals filled
Me with anxiety.

If I should die then itís my right
At least I would die free
No more to be a toiling beast
Robbed of my liberty.

Saraiís NEVER lived like this
Despised, alone and crushed
A meat machine dispensing kids
Sheís not allowed to love.

Refreshed beside a water spring
The angel cheered my heart
God would at last His blessing bring
My son would play his part.

God sent me back, the years flew by
I watched my Ishmael grow
No longer used as Abramís wife
I felt so all alone.

Sarah bore the Promised Son
My son lived in his shadow
Naughty Ishmael making fun
Tried to steal the show.

Sarahís rage again uncaged
Was fearful to behold
Her henpecked husband must obey
And do what he was told.

Throw out this worthless woman
Get rid of HER slave son
As if we two werenít human
Or worthy to be loved.

That slave boy shall get nothing
MY Isaac shall get all
My rivals must be punished
Itís all my HUSBANDíS fault!

Sarah planted her own plan
But couldnít choose its fruits
Greatly blessed, she still got mad
She gave us both the boot.

Discarded like old garbage
The desert might bring death
Sheíd banished extra baggage
We wandered while she slept.

Blissfully spared the pain we knew
Sarah saw not the fruits
Of that one day so very cruel
Future feuds of Arab and Jew.

Abraham lost a son he loved
Ishmael lost his father
The desert road was long and rough
Soon we were out of water.

Protector of ditched women
Father of the fatherless
Is our most gracious God in heaven
But we were in a big mess.

Burning sand, hostile land
No haven of rest for me
No shield I found in Abraham
From Sarahís cruelty.

Ishmael cried and so did I
I turned my back on him
I couldnít bear to watch him die
I heard God speak again.

Lift up thy child and give him drink
And do not be discouraged
My love has opened up a spring
To renew your life and courage.

A mighty nation will come of him
Twelve princes heíll beget
Your lives and welfare Iíll defend
Abrahamís OTHER son is blessed.

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