GEOGRAPHICAL HOLINESS

 

 

In geography

It is very plain to see

A wedge of rock and soil stands between,

The old land they knew,

And the one they’re going to,

Observing this is neither cold or mean.

 

There’s a Red Sea and there’s a river,

They both are to deliver,

The walkers, who walk through their lines,

Each saw a crisis hour,

Each represents its power,

That crossing over forever defines.

 – eab, Oct. ‘99