Promise of my roots

Walked I did by the sea this night; into its depths the sand pulled me, making me one with the promise of my roots. These night waves now call forth words from another age: “Son of Abraham! Like Eden I make deserts, and the wastelands I make a garden. So to you I give a new name. Hear now the mystery of the wind; for from the sea I am calling you.” Speak Lord; thy servant listens.

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