Flowing, moving, nourishing. . .
The terebinth attests to the life beneath.
The flesh returns --
lost, wandering, seeking life.
Issue of the remnant yet
Ignorant of the Maker.
Nourish, feed, hope, wait.

The rumble of footsteps,
yet more flesh and beast . . .
--a different scent--
Ah, one who knows!
The touch of the Maker,
Blessing to the land,
A promise, a hope,
A pleasing aroma rises.
The blessed journeys on.
Hope is renewed.