Wake–And Go Where I Send You
WAKE—AND GO WHERE I SEND YOU
—for those who have lost a home
Our days here are numbered—
And we’ve loved this place—
It was our home before winds scoured—
The Evangelist told of a census—
Hands probe—
Eyes stare—
Names are taken—
We are transported to David’s City
But will come back here only by
Another route—that Sly Fox has made
Certain of that—
Only hope, now, hope, we have—
To be called at a day and time we
Know not out of a desolate land—
Taken up from the base of the great
Pyramids and hurled back into this land
Of miracles we took for granted—
Where seeing is restored—
And four days returns to tell—
Once there was a cardamom night
And peppermint dreams—
And that other Advent the priest came
And blessed the crib from our first Christmas—
Now those holy oils are stored up
For burial—and the great I AM
Has said, Don’t be afraid.
Fall 2011
Dan Davis © 2011
Dan Davis
