Poetry: Edge of the Wilderness

Frozen feet on desert sand

Behind me sprawls a city of kings.

Once mighty, ever proud, now she bows

In tatters and silence at the command

Of a proven God.

Still motionless I dally

Mere days ago, I had not seen

The beauty of undulating dunes.

Until now I heeded not their rally

That beckons me now fly.

Three days of darkness alter–

Unblinded eyes perceive anew

A disparate Egypt than the one

I once believed could never falter.

Pharaoh decrees we fly.

In the endless, rolling sand,

A song of hope and future swells.

The wilderness heralds our freedom,

Unfettered slaves at the mighty hand

Of the proven God.

Now eagerness is mounting.

These eyes can scarcely look away.

What song does my kingly city sing?

Behind a new refrain is shouting

To the wilderness, fly!

Oh slave! Heed that sweet call!

Lazarus, on what do you wait?

Bondman, what compels you hesitate?

Hear you that song, newly wakened thrall,

Of the proven God?

Fly it bids. Up! Away!

The wilderness waits just there.

Return not to the shackles, the toil,

The gray, where hope, muted, can’t convey

The glory of the proven God.

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