Ocean waves lapping at toes
Straining against the known,
Pushing in, pressing on sand.
Searching for that sliver’s edge,
New worlds calling,
Against the seam between water and heaven.
Unstopping people at the edge—
Goshen-dreamers sketching Zion on the sky—
With milk and honey hopes, like so many
Diamonds pressed true to pay the way,
Dearly bought with old lives passing
Under the weight of the journey into the new.
Moon catchers, star touchers lie asleep among us.
What price to set fire to that soul,
Like incense on ancestral alters,
Which burning through life’s limits
Will find vision granted again
To measure out a New Jerusalem.
Copyright 2012 Jessica R. Venable
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