And then one day

The worst will not happen.

The words you brace against

Will fail to be spoken.

You will not know it.

There will be no signpost,

No fuss with rivers or seas

Drawing back their skirts

To let you pass.

Until you look backward

And recognize

That you are there,

Everything will look the same.

More wandering,

More questions,

More manna.

Only it will be

The danger of promise

That haunts your steps,

And not the danger of


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