I want to stand
Moses-like
on the edge of the hour
and, raising my rod,
part time.
I want to see
tired thoughts,
burdened eyes,
heavy limbs,
tumble over themselves
and heart beats surf on holy swells.
I want to see
the impending rend
between keen moments,
morning roll back on mother-warmth,
evening break on fading breath.
I want to stand
Moses-like
on the edge of the hour,
and then
when I’m ready
when I’ve passed through
turn and watch Pharoah drown.
So powerful. Wow. Praying.
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Praying with you, Susan.
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❤
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Absolutely beautiful ! Thank you
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Thank you, Rochelle. Blessings on your day!
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