Canaan


When you come home to me,
I will wash the dust from your feet.
The desert is vast,
its white sky an eye unseeing,
offering no solace. Let this threshold
be to your soul the gates of Canaan.

The covenant hangs over us still.

When you come home,
you will lift the veil from me.
Your touch is water
sprung from rock, miraculous sustenance.
I drink deeply of your palms,your strong shoulders.
Your voice is the remembered song of Zion.

The covenant hangs over us still.

When you come home to me, Ahuvi, my love,
my arms will be as an orchard,
our bed a garden.
Come into me and be sated, my wanderer,
my dear delivered one. Be for me the vow of faithfulness
and I will be for you the Promised Land.

The covenant hangs over us still.

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