Saturday, 29 March 2008


Wanderings, tergiversations, vacillations.

I have trodden the wilderness,

Thirsted, hungered and murmured:

Stumbled back towards Egypt

(Through grace moated by the Sea);

Plunged headlong to Hormah

To force the land in my strength,

And trawled through sand and rock:

Even, in some seasons, followed

The Ark to our resting place.

For I have tasted the grapes of Eshcol

And seen in spirit the fertile land:

Milk and honey are to my taste:

And I, like Caleb, have the land in my heart.

But more - I know the One

Who bore me to this waste

Will plant me in His mountain,

His fixed and purposed place.

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