The Enwrappening

When Strong Hands Guide

coming around the mountain, skirting as it were
the word came back “there’s giants around the corner”.

take no land, steal no fruit, listen to no purr
keep to the left, take up no rock, be gentle to the mourner.

and as we clambered, shoed and not
the song went up “these lands of distant cousins”.

and though we struggled, both cold and hot
the flies were never at our faces buzzing.

and some would grumble … “why not here?
this place is yet as happy as they come …”

but God would prod us, “move on from here”
for this was not the place we would be from

And some would dream while still were walking
of homes to build that others would camp around

of witches falling, kings and queens balking
and rock turned soil turned fertile and holy ground

and soldiers dropped before their weakers
a promise, a curse, a reckoned happening

and watered rained on lands much bleaker
and the glory of God was our enwrappening