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.

 

Searching For Me

And all of this time,

I’ve been searching for me

longing to find my place

wanting a sense of belonging.

 

And there have been times

when I have thought that I have belonged

only to discover

a temporary satisfaction

to the hunger inside.

 

But no matter where

my desires have taken me,

no matter what gems

I have unearthed,

there is still a thirst

to find the missing me.

 

So I am on the lookout for me.

I long to know myself.

I hunt myself.

I pursue myself

with the main goal

of opening my soul.

 

But I am starting to realize

the secret of knowing myself

doesn’t lie completely in myself.

 

To know myself

I must know the One who created me.

Doesn’t the One who holds

all of the secrets of the universe

hold the key

to unlocking me?

 

Open now the gates of my soul, my Lord, and enter in.

I have prepared a place for you.

Shine forth Your grace.

Illuminate Your face,

so that I may see mine as well.