Where the wind blows

Abraham, back when 
he was just two syllable Abram
heard the voice of God  
from within his soul
speak so convincingly that even
as his molars still
rattled from the conversation,  
he packed up
wife and cattle and nephew
and headed to an unknown land.
In doing so
he left behind
all he had ever known.

I am a good man,
admired, respected,
a leader.
So through the anonymity
of dark-veiled streets  
I went, seeking answers,
overflowing with questions.

I started with oil:
Rabbi, we know
that you were sent by God.
He blinked up.

And to be fair,
I did barge in
in the middle of the night.

There were signs.
But I wanted answers.
Instead I got riddles.
And he left me here.

To be brave enough  
to let go of our “certainties”
—which are often just opinions   
wrapped up in fear
and cynicism. 
“The wind blows
where it chooses.”
And I hear leaves
rattling down the narrow alleys

I took my questions to Jesus.
The answer took me  
someplace unexpected.

The image, Study for Nicodemus Visiting Jesus, by Henry Ossawa Tanner (1899), is in the public domain and available at WikiArt

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