By Philip C. Kolin - Hattiesburg, Mississippi, USA - 8 June 2014
Exodus 3:5; Joshua 5:15
Let the beach be holy ground
in the burning-bush July sun
a sky the texture of eternity
angels hymning in the waves
exaltation, exaltation, exaltation.
Be pure in all manner of walking, loosen
your sandals, gird up your currents,
convene your coasts
before the Torah-breathing God
all feet must be bare
Gospelers with foreheads like wax
burn votive thoughts
search for phylacteries in fish
find epiphanies without scales.
An old man with a Moses beard,
a child with Isaac eyes,
bone and inheritance,
red seas and beryl shores,
put in their forever names.
The ark is carried over
the Jordan heaped, and held until
discalced priests with twelve-stone shoulders
bring news of rest, deliverance and benediction,
a return of the water.