We'd better step out of the roadway for a few minutes. Do you see
that cloud of dust beyond the horizon, heading toward us? It's a caravan.
You never know what the drivers may do with their whips to clear the way.
Besides, my feet are weary. Maybe yours are, too, young as you are.
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Hi Frank you told me about this poem so I sought it out. Part 2 was among your poems marked with the little red NEW but I will have to look for Part 1 among your collected poems. But I thoroughly enjoyed Part 2; it is a remarkably complete telling of biblical history which becomes one coherent story - as it is meant to be in Christian terms - made up of characters playing their roles, some small, some big, some very big, but all being guided obscurely or openly by the Spirit.. You have created a persuasive voice in your female narrator - Mary Magadelene, right? - The sacred history she carries within is a blessing to her and those who listen to her. You have retold a familiar story with freshness and faith.