Cross Over Jordan

Cross Over Jordan

Standing by a dark shore, a hot wind in my face
I asked, innocently enough, “What lights are those
Just there, right at the edge of this old sea?

“That’s Eden,” said my guide, “Remember Eden?”
And, while I gaped; added, “Where G-D walked”
“The Angel’s gone now, of course, and the Snake”

“And the Tree and the love, that’s altogether gone.”
“It’s all palms now and sand, of course, and soldiers
Who waste their lives waiting for Him or us or both