You, a voice,
whispered in the wind—
still…no one heard or listened to you—
Your heart removed from within you—
placed into hands ‘not of your choosing’…
to a surly man named Nabal.
You , still tempered by the spirit of the Lord
could not be untrue to what
was in you.
A seed was planted in your heart.
You a tree, growing, stretching
so beautiful and wise.
When Nabal failed to care for David’s men,
you knew bloodshed was swift in its approach.
You prepared ‘provisions’—blessings—
You set a table for communion—
YOU broke the altar of bloodshed.
How could we be so blind to
have missed your prophetic action?
You, Abigail, sat upon an ass
from under the cover of the mountain.
Your voice no longer a whisper—
You blew through the branches.
‘They clapped their hands’
and David heard you and ceased from his actions.
David SAW the Lord ‘within’ you
and affirmed your discretion and GOOD sense.
daughter of the living God—
how we have missed YOU…your story!
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us…And as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. —-Marianne Williamson