After wandering through Middle Earth or somewhere near Inwood
my heart is beating stronger, laughing louder; it is well.

And all of my delving into YHWH, into HAKKADOSH have been beautiful,
rich walks between long stretches of wilderness.

And yet I have been heaving and hurting for more, wondering where
the manna went, where the water went, how the honey fled from my lips.

I stumbled into a haven, a room full of strangers I must have known for always.
Or at least a moment. And they opened their mouths and
sweet thanks rose from their lips.

The broken hearts were not ignored; they were tended to.
But first we cried Hallelujah, and told stories about gifts from strangers,
and sweet cups of coffee.

And oh my Yeshua- how long has it been since I've thanked you?
How long since I remembered you!
There's so many books after Micah, yet I did not see them.
Have not cracked open those words of life after the conquering of death.

But now I remember, and there's a spring through the desert
that has not run dry. and there's a path, a very small one
and on it I found my honey and manna in each step that I took..

and now what I ask for is my Sam. Who will walk through these woods with me,
sometimes muddy yet often rich and warm.