Salvation

Fleeing on bloodied feet across the lava beds
In the time of sky fire and plague  
The dogs of death following in the distance
The waterhole poisoned by my enemies

I ask for water 
You produce a gentle rain to fill my goatskin canteen
The water behind me turns into a river
Wiping away my tracks 
			
I ask for relief from the scorching sun 
You bring a night with a guiding star
Leading me toward the Mountains of the Moon
The land described in the Book of Legends

I ask for food for body and soul 
You guide me to a poppy field filled with olive trees
Honeysuckle and grape vines
Snaking among the low branches
			
I ask for a wind and a love
You set a cool breeze against my face 
Give me a friend to walk with together
For a time until we reach the promised place 

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