[After EXODUS, gesso-duro (1998), relief by
Bozena Happach]

He said Lo and behold, I give you Promised Land!
As we listened, enchanted we bent low, elated.
And hence we continue to stoop, ever hoping
to give thanks to Elohim, for this glorious right––
each and every morning, each and every night….

And for two-score years, we circled blowing sands;
our feet bleeding, lost in endless desert,
holding on, stubborn, to promise that was given.
Praying, giving thanks, straining our sight––
each and every morning, each and every night…

And we went on, wandering, from station to station,
hungry and thirsty, in search of Promised Land…
Never suspecting in our relentless plight,
that it can only be found in depth of our heart––
each and every morning, each and every night.