Into the Wilderness

I was thrown,
out of slavery, so He said,
liberated in a sense,
no longer in fear and awe of Egypt
whose secrets I so longed to absorb.

It's true, I lived in fear
though I would ease the souls of Egyptians,
hear them out to the end
'til they let their secret worries flow out
in...
it's true, I was afraid of them,
but I wanted to know about their power
which I so envied.

then, He freed us.
Some Egyptians loaded me with gifts,
provided that I leave,
they saw US as a plague
and at night, I would don myself with
these jewels,
thinking I was an Egyptian woman,
now,
this gold is part of the tabernacle of God.

How I want a home for my children,
living in tents,
being ironically viewed by men
who know my past,
I wonder, when will I find a home?
A place of loving that flows
like a stream, grows like tree
loved by that stream, drinking

the spiritual...
yes where the sexual is turned into the sacred,
where flesh becomes ether
and one's mind is clear and being
is the center of one's being
while like a moth
i wish to die by the light,
consumed by desire.

Where is our home, Moses,
can you tell me how long we will wait
arguing endless
torturing each other about past sins,
trying to see where we are going,
trying to be who we are?

And we count ourselves for what?
We may die here in the wilderness, but that
His spirit is here, singing
my breath longs for his answer,
I wonder...