Woman of Exodus
Poem
She leaves Crosses her Red Sea, The Chattahoochee Walks in wilderness 40 years 40 days 40 seconds All time is the same to her No today, only yesterday Blended, blown Like grains of dust Swirling on the hot wind Her body is confined, but Mind wanders, wanders It cannot be contained Or understood Follows the wispy clouds by day Fickle flame by night The Presence comes And goes Manna, mercies, Rain like dew Providence new Every morning Friends visit Children call Nurses care But she knows none of this Sees no promised land Her inward eyes recognize only The place from where she started, Her Egypt is Mississippi Her never-ending dreams Wrestle reality into submission. The wanderer The leaver, The woman of exodus Does not know She ever left home.
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