Wanderings...

"He knows the way that I take..."

-Job 23:10

This endless Exodus

Threads a golden maze of sand,

The grains of which are said

To number Your thoughts toward me...

I sojourn with strangers

We take turns at playing shepherd and sheep

Sheltering each other in arid exile

Offering one another the oasis of ourselves

The manna of mutuality

Intertwined trajectories

Carve a convergent course

Through an otherwise boundless expanse

Thus enfolded we endure,

The communion of common destiny

Our compass and consolation

The sunrise of Promised Land's light

Hints at the horizon

Beckoning our bedouin souls

Leaving languor behind

Like long shadows cast

We set our swelling hearts on Dawning of Day

Home at last...

Home at last.....

-E.A.A. "Hindsfeet"

"You number all my wanderings and put my tears into Your bottle"

-Psalm 56:8

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