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"Blessed are those whose strength is in You, who have set their hearts on
pilgrimage. As
they pass through the valley of Baca, they make it a place of springs;
the autumn rains also
cover it with pools. They go from strength to strength till each appears
before God in
Zion." Psalm 84:5-7 ONLY A DREAM by Gini Moreau (to the atheist) Water drawn and trembling in the moonlight Its sweetness born of a journey under the stars Traveling through desert, distant yet not so far >From His heart as to be unseen. In the desert, a face obscured by darkness, An offer to drink with a stranger at His well, A mirage perhaps - too dark to tell - But quenching just the same. As a doe by the river, anxious, Watching for predators in the brush, Then a drink, a glance His way, almost a touch (But darkness obscures.) There the stranger's eyes met mine. And I, for a moment in the moonlight, trembled Like water in a bucket. And was humbled. In that moment. In that dream. A moment, a dream that, looking back, now seems clear - The song of a pulley ringing in my ear Nail scarred hands raising a bucket offered with a tear Clearly said, "I am here. I am here. I am here. I am here." |
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