We find
ourselves in the desert.
Disoriented, lost, wondering.
Wondering “How did I get here?”.
To leave behind the familiar.
What feels true? Or at least true enough, to
look for G’d knows what.
A better
land? Another way?
Milk.
Honey.
Justice.
Freedom.
Life. Real Life. Authentic, abundant life.
It feels like a false errant.
Like I picked the wrong door.
But here I am.
Here we are.
Entering Exodus.
Looking for signs.
Turning over every rock.
Hoping against hope,that there is a promise, a
covenant that will be kept.
That there
is a land where justice can take root.
Love can flourish, where I, where we, can all
be free.
Andre Schwarz
