God does crazy things

And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live

will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.”

                                                                         Pablo Neruda,

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Connect with the sacred

I learned as child

And all things will become fresh and new

The desert will bloom

The crooked way made straight

And yet my Exodus has lasted

More than 40 years

And as I wander amidst

The rock and sands, there are moments

When dry and brittle

I wonder if I will reach that place

Where the table is full

Of fresh bread, and I can rest

Content

Yet always in the air

The scent of living water lingers

Drawing me onward

Hopeful still

You know what I love about God?!

That God really does do crazy things

Like bring water out of a rock

And causing the desert to bloom

And bringing hope out despair

And life out of death

And here is the truth

The thing that I know

God is the only one I know

Who can get water out of a rock,

And love, and compassion, hope and generosity

Out of me