The Promised Land

In the light of the morning sun
In the dusk that precedes the night
On the horizon where land and sky meld
Awaits the Promised Land

In the lapping of the waters
In the whistling of the breezes
In the rustling of the fields
Is the voice of the Promised Land

In the cry of the newborn
In the smiles and giggles of the infant
In the first steps of the toddler
Is the hope of the Promised Land

In the words of the prophets
From every walk of life and age
In the cries of people for freedom
Are the footsteps to the Promised Land

In the extraordinary sacrifices of the ordinary
In the raging fire of hope that burns within
In the unending pursuit of justice
Is the promise of the Promised Land

In the dreams of our ancestors
In the prayers of our children
In the actions of our lives
Is the path to the Promised Land

The Promised Land
Always just beyond our grasp
Always just a step away
Always awaiting us
Always calling us forward
The Promised Land

The foregoing was inspired by the book "Promises Land" that I currently am reading and an NPR interview with its author.