The Personal Space of Norman Milliken « Poetry «
on Mount Nebo
Moses sat with God
and talked
about the promised land.
"I thought it was
the water from stone.
We were so thirsty.
I wrote that down.
The future will remember
disobedience.
And then
I conjectured stupidity,
that I was just
lost.
You could have pointed me,
parted the wilderness."
they sat like brothers.
God didn't speak.
"They think
I'm still strong,
that my eyes aren't gone.
I'm old. I can hardly see
my next step.
So, tell me,
are there trees there
across the Jordan?"
and though God was silent,
there were trees.
it was
the promised land.
I like the idea of God speaking with silence. I meditate on that a lot.
Now THIS one is outstanding. Simple yet profound. (may I put it in our next church newsletter? I will post you a copy or two if you give me your address, though we can't offer to pay you.)
I am honored by your request. Please feel free to post it with my sincere thanks.
Thanks Norm. You're a star
I read this poem out to my son (over 23 like all of yours) and he too rates this very highly. Just thought you'd like to know.