Holy Land
Sitting outside, hearing twilight speak, to me,
Of its distant mysteries,
I'm experiencing a life-transfiguring visitation
Not all that different
From what Abraham and Moses must have felt,
When God called them, in their time,
To abandon the known,
Venture out, on nothing more than faith,
Into the wilderness,
Assuming that His "go forth" had their well-being,
And that of their skeptical people, at heart,
As He guided them to the Canaan He promised.
This blessed night,
I'll arrive in my own Holy Land.
07/30/09 - (2)
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