Voice

“When there is a prophet among you, I, the LORD, reveal myself to them in visions, I speak to them in dreams.  But this is not true of my servant Moses; he is faithful in all my house. With him I speak face to face, clearly and not in riddles; he sees the form of the LORD.” Numbers 20: 6-8 

He mothers so many, carries them on the back,
feeds them and trains them in patience
to follow the path to the land where grapes
in vines are abundant, meat fills their stomachs.

The Lord leads him at every step, offers a hand
when he stumbles in the heat of the desert.
How is Lord’s touch, is it a balm that cools the skin?
How is Lord’s voice? Does it sound like a rumble?

They see the Lord as a column of smoke, not unlike
smoke from chimneys in their homes in Egypt;
but when they prayed, placed trust Lord appeared  in dreams,
left traces on sand, sprayed stars in the night sky

But to him Lord sat across the table, spoke
in a mesmerizing voice, cupped his hands in warmth,
held his gaze in love. And always Lord gave him post-it notes
where instructions were written in a clear legible hand.

April 2012 Poem A Day Challenge – ‘write a communication poem’

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