7th Day Had Breakfast

Abraham spent three nights on the mountain

On the fourth night angels spoke to him

On the fifth night angels sang to him

And on the sixth night,

They carried him away

And come the dawning

of the  7^th day

he had breakfast

french toast

with his lord

…not your lord, not my lord, but HIS lord. They laughed and shared stories. His Lord, polite enough to laugh at stories he’d already constructed and set in motion a lifetime ago, just yesterday. Stories to which he knew every nuance, every outcome, and every tangent. Too many stories to tell, but he listened just the same until Abraham came to the end. When asked if he was done, Abraham said he was. It was then that he was set free, back into the wind.