As milk and honey (poem)

Here I pitch my tent

In the wilderness

The rivers of ground

Dry, running through my fingers.

I hear the wind, she sings

High, caressing my face

Kissing my eyes.

 

Oh God, are there rivers

Wet, to moist the dry ground?

I hear something above the winds,

Waters flowing, there is no end.

Living, life, sweet

As milk and honey.

 

Carry me God

To the rivers, Then

I can build my

House on the rock

Thus it shall stand

On the rock near

Living waters.

 

Just now, I lift my tent,

Strength of God is mine.

I walk to the sounds

Rivers flowing

Living, life, sweet

As milk and honey.

 

 

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