Feith Stuart

and the day rolls away
like the Red Sea
and you're Moses
clearing the way.

I love how you
let the sea roll in
on everything unwanted.

You don't know it
but I'm thinking about exodus,
flight to the Promised Land,

your hands in my hair
and me all heat thrust hard
up against night air,

thinking about Moses,
the staff he used
to part the waters,
and make sweet rivers
flow from stone.

©  Feith Stuart 2003. All rights reserved.

Third Edition ~Editors: Mia, T. Birch, PJ Nights and Kathryn Koromilas ~