Lot

He picked the blessing green;

A lot turned sour.

"Green" for the best,

He cast blind lots

For Sodom's

Slime.

There weren't a lot righteous.

Even one?

He all but melted with the lot.

Acid fire

Licked dry the watered green.

Brimstone bound his wife.

His lot a cave became.

Two daughters loose

And lecherous reignited

Sodom's leprous, fiery sore.

He fathered shame

And Moabites accursed--

And yet among the worst

Ruth bore green-pasture

Promise: Obed, Jesse,

Shepherd David--lion, lamb--

And Christ--I AM,

Our lot to save--

For God heard Abraham--

And lot the Lord forgave.

--CJW--