That camel there with its calf running behind it,
Sutur and Koshek, we are like them,
mothered and nursed
by where and whom we are from,
following our fates where they lead,
until we hear a drum begin,
grace entering our lives, a prayer of gratitude.
We feel the call of presence,
and the journey changes.
A dry field of stones turns soft and moist
as cheese. The mountain feels level under us.
Love becomes agile and quick,
and suddenly we are there.
This traveling is not done with the body.
God's secret takes form in our loving.
