Journey to the Line
Fields of fire, skies of gray,
Mountains echo wars’ decay.
Through trenches carved in blood and stone,
A fractured land, a grieving home.
Steps to the front, hearts resigned,
Ghosts of nations intertwined.
Peace a whisper, distant, frail,
In the shadow of history’s tale.
Psalm 81:6 Who made it a decree for Joseph
when he came out of the land of Egypt.
I hear a new oracle:
I am waiting for the right time to make my second journey to the line. My first trip was in 1998.