Monday, June 4, 2012

Grumble, humble

Sand in between my toes, rash-rubbing as I go, got that itch deep beneath my shoulder blade.
Grumbling in my heart, stomach rumbling day and dark, hand-me-down cloak, not tailor-made.
I can hear the other families, same questions, same concerns, did we all just leave to burn in the heat?
There was food, there were homes, there were friends, no moans, no new laws to learn or dumb sheep.
But I'm no troubler, I keep my lips shut, tongue closed in its cage
Because I saw the works that no man can make, they cannot be unmade,
I saw the miracles.
And, reminding you is reminding me, so I experience a special kind of relief,
Because God leads my people, and my stomach is full with each word that He gives,
I've got work to do now that supplies my stomach.  He brings light to my eyes by His
Washing them with spittle and dirt, clumped and cleansed to reveal that which was hidden before the earth.