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Exodus

Peter Howitt

Peter Howitt

Part X of the Canto for David


What promise

Was forgotten or broken

To make us so

Forsaken?


Surely there is

A purpose to

This wild suffering 

Our abandonment


Did we

Choose this

Freely?


Our wanderlust

To wander lost 

In wilderness


My Lord!

Give us a holy fire

To warm 

Our hearts

It's cold living

With our only friends

The stars


Before we lived enslaved 

Yet we were sometimes

Warm and full 

Now we are free 

Free to live 

With hunger and

Uncertainty 


HE WHO IS

I beg and plead

Give us a sign

Something 

Something to believe

To help us see 

This loss and lostness

Is necessary 


Must our destiny 

Be forged 

In the fire and ash  

Of what we flee?


I am who I am

And yet

I am nothing 

On my own


Who am I?

Answer me!!! 

If thou are more  

Than false hope

And the silence

Between pleas


...At last

A stillness gathered

And smothered  

The susurrant sands 

Silence vast and heavy 

Cloaked the land 

And terrible nameless fear 

Reached out its hand


All was dark

I could not see

I fell on stone 

(Cracking my skull)

 And in my head  

I heard these words:



***

I AM 

NOT A MAN

OR A PLACE

  

I AM THAT


I AM 

THE SPACE 

BETWEEN 

EACH STAR AND STEP  


I AM WORD…

AND THOUGHT… 

AND BREATH…

THE WANT OF WHICH

IS DEATH!


I AM FIRE

THE FIRE YOU MAKE 

WHICH YOU SHALL 

ALWAYS CARRY 

IN YOUR HEART

AND YOUR HANDS

THAT I AM


 

AND YOU 

YOU ARE THE LIVING THING
THAT MUST BURN 

MY OFFERING 

YOU ARE THE GUARDIAN 

OF THE BREATH 

OF LIFE 

YOU CARRY WITHIN

THAT THOU ART!


***

I awoke

Beneath a sky

Bright and clear

No longer lost

And now I see!

The only 

Holy land 

Lives in me

Those falsely 

Promised lands 

Will always be 

Out of reach

Beyond the sands


Our worth

Is held just

In these hands: 

That love 

All living things

That care 

For each other 

And tender 

The earth

It is enough

(Lest it be spilled)


This Earth

Our journey together

The pain of 

Being born and

Of being 

A slave

Or to choose 

The suffering 

Of one

That struggles

To be free


And we 

Who know 

There is no place

Where we

Will ever be

Entirely

Happy and free

It is enough

And more


I stand

A brightly burning flame 

Amongst the stars:

Hineni, hineni

I'm ready, my lord.


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This is the concluding part of Sefirah – Canto for David.

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