Crossing Over Jordan
by Judy Seicho Fleischman
We are crossing over Jordan,
you and I,
through a vast sea of humanity
one long chain
stretching
from horizon to horizon
like an ever fluid canvas.
We are making our way across this river,
ancient enough to call home,
arm in arm
step by step.
Watch out for each other,
look around.
The waves give way,
the seas part
as in days of old.
We are doing it together
each for herself, himself,
all as one.
We are walking on water,
drinking wine,
our blood, our salty tears
mingling, flowing
into the great ocean of time.
There's room enough for all of us
one by one,
two by two,
Noah's ark has never drifted
far off course.
You see, don't you,
there's always been a direction
the inner compass pointing the way
long before
needle and thread
sewed the seams shut.
Take them out,
stitch by stitch,
and rework this cloth
into a quilt with room for every one.
Each piece separate and distinct
unquestioningly sheltering its neighbor.
Texture whose context is never
far from all that it touches.
Take my hand now.
It's time, has always been time
to cross over Jordan.
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