Along our route the sea                       laps low
Borderless waters prostrate at the camels’ feet
I thought                                                myself
Holding out my hand for                your robes
Holding myself high               as Sinai for you
Yet here you                  low               reaching
                                   may I never know peace

You can hear a conversation about this poem on the Reformed Journal Podcast.

Photo by Ahmad Ajmi on Unsplash

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