When Esau heard his father’s words, he cried out a great and bitter cry, and he said to his father, “Bless me too, O my father!” ~ Genesis 27:34
Esau – still full from the
memory of the stew
realizes he’s lost it all –
birthright, inheritance, blessing.
Stolen by his own brother –
The man who would be Israel.
Some of the people
roaming the college campuses
in our terrible century
tell us we’re still lying.
That the whole thing has
been a great deception.
Poor Esau
Just wants what’s his.
A little validation
from his father
A mother who doesn’t
sell him out.
No one feels good
about where this has gone
Not today, anyway
Not with so much death and rubble.
This was never the poem
I wanted to write.
Rick Lupert, a poet, songleader and graphic designer, is the author of 27 books including “God Wrestler: A Poem for Every Torah Portion.”
