The Promise Land

I am the Promise Land.

 

I want to dip my hand

into the vat of honey

and taste

its sweetness

on my lips.

I want to cup my hands

and gulp

from the rivers of milk

and let it dribble

down my chin.

 

I have crossed the Jordan

and have seen with my eyes

the miracles of the Lord.

I have hungered and thirsted

and have tasted and seen.

 

But the battle is not completely over,

the walls of Jericho still stand

and part of me is still held captive

by the enemies of this land.

 

I hear the marching

outside the city walls

and my heart beats wildly within

for I know soon

that the trumpet will sound

and that these oppressive walls

will come tumbling to the ground.