Just a thought, pardon the sermon

Someday we’re going to be able to say,
“We were there… we went down the scary, dark hallway, alone, with our enemies before us and behind us – we were there!”

Someday, when the storm is done and the earth dries over hard again, when there’s no sign left of the buffet wind strewn or the dancing lightning touched we will turn to the others and know that we are of the tribe of remembrance.

It won’t be an easy journey or a light one; our feet will strike upon the stone and few angels will lift us up, but we will know wonders and fears that few will understand or believe.

The tide drift will try and sweep at us, and tear at us, but in the swirl and the flow we shall be illuminated by the eddy and the current, and know the finger trails of G-d. And at last when the walking comes to the resting, when the masks have been rent asunder and the nine days of waiting, breath holding pass then we will be able to say,

“We were there, we went down the way and out the way and knew the way and dwell under the auspice of G-d and enter our house justified.”