Coming in from the wilderness by Cate Jacobs

I came barefoot from the desert
with rough grains of yesterday
chaffing blisters between my toes.
I came with dust in my eyes

and the winds of sorrow in my
hair. You washed my feet
in goats milk, bound them
in a poultice of peppermint

leaves, dropped your tears
into my eyes, brushed my hair
with twigs of rosemary, fed me
dates and unleven bread

wrapped me in a whisper
of God's breath
and sang my songline back to me
as you looked at me with my Father's eyes.

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