Sunday, March 2

The Road To Shur

The Road To Shur

The water skin was empty
and the man lay dying
his donkeys were dead
he was full of dread.

Springs are plenty
on the road to Shur
he could not find one
now his search was done.

As he looked to the hills
for the very last time
a lion drew near
he was filled with fear.

Then the lion spoke
he couldn't believe his ears
he was near to death
he was on his last breath.

But he heard the lion say
as it faded from his sight,
”You know I'm just a dream.”
Then he heard himself scream.

© Rebekka Sanchez 2014

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