Pomegranate Promises
Poem
Bells around the hem of Aaron’s robe ring moments of his ministry. Between golden, sacred sounds broidered pomegranates, flower-crowned, garnish the garment’s edge.
Sun sinks into a moonless night, as he lays aside the breastplate weight.
Tented between glittering galaxies and star-lit sands, Aaron dreams he holds the seed-filled fruit in the palm of his hand. He cuts and peels away leathered skin, partaking of goodness, garnet-red and ripe as God’s promises to Abraham.