~~~ * ~~~ * ~~~ * ~~~
You stand on the hill
Looking over the river
Oh beautiful land stretched below:
Lovely plains, golden fields,
And strong rock to build on;
And the river so blue, so shining,
Gleaming and sparkling at you.
Your heart quickens its beat,
You hold your breath:
Oh beauty, oh peace, oh accomplishment,
So near, yet so far, the Promised Land.
Oh desire to embrace and rest.
Your shiniest dream lays in front of you,
You can almost touch with your hands.
You’ve been waiting so long: a thousand years!
A pilgrim stumbling through deserts and storms,
Stopping at oasises here and there,
Resting, enjoying for only short times.
But barely refreshed, you had to go….
For there was that dream, that Promise:
Of peace, and beauty, and heartfelt love….
And now, here you stand, on the hill above,
Finally seeing your dream.
And you wonder how good it could be to you
How welcomed you’d be in the Land?
You wonder if you may lay your tired cheek
Against the promised earth, feel its warmth?
To nestle your heart in joy and love,
And finally find your “home”?
And every day you go back to that hill
And you look, and hope, and dream.
Every day you look at the land again
Every day you wait for a sign….
And you are SO SCARED that it might
Only be a dream, not true,
That the Promise was not for today
That the Land and your hopes
And you shiniest dream
Might – again - just fade away….
But it all looks so real... and you therefore decide
That you must take a step and stick out your neck.
Then you quietly sit and your heart is waiting
For the echo to come back to you...
And when it comes, your heart almost stops,
For the Promised Land is not a dream...
And you'll dance and sing and start making plans
To tame that mountain, step by step,
And to run to the light
Embrace the sunfilled plains,
Of the Promised Land,
....of home...
(disclaimer... new and improved version...)
Copy & paste to friend: (Click inside box; Ctrl + C to copy; Ctrl + V to paste)
|
|
read more blogs!
|