By day the LORD went ahead of them
in a pillar of cloud to guide them on their way
and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light,
so that they could travel by day or night. – Exodus 13:21
Up beyond where English reigns
hang a right, Grand Bois du Nord,
break some pain bread, pizza fire,
dream a river you could trace
all the way to lakes above,
forested in granite face.
Lift a paper cup come dusk,
three, then thirteen, circling
more than you or they could plan,
something holy gathered in.
Squint the future? If you can,
yet this moment let within.
Laughter, easing into joy
lead the journey toward light,
smile and eager hope to rise,
measured twice to ready stride
embers lifting prayer on high,
cloud-spun Spirit “yes”-ing bright.
-William B. Jones, Sept. 18, 2013