What sense
this journey?
why walk when you can ride?
and
I don’t want to go there
if
I have to go through there
really –
why tread the desert?
take me to milk and honey
or take me back to Egypt
but
don’t
make
me
walk
what could I possibly miss
anyway?
a parted sea
the fire mount of Sinai
bread and quail in the morn
and water –
rock-sprung fresh
and cooled by the breath of God
two pillars to guide my way
ok –
so maybe I might miss a couple of things
but what difference does it make?
Maybe none. Maybe everything.
Maybe you can only see
milk and honey
after a long walk in the dry heat
Maybe the rock that you sit upon
is that much more valuable
when you have broken, dry feet.
Maybe the journey
is just as important as the destination.
Harnessing Chaos 