The Promised Land is anywhere
Good men do not live in fear,
But a liar must take care
Lest the the neighbors idly stare
And suddenly avert the eye
When they see him passing by.

The Promised Land is any place
Where a thought may dwell in peace
In a garden - whether of
The Earth, the soul, or others' love.
When the brain grows calm, and free,
The mind may dwell there peacefully.

The garden gate is open wide:
Any guest may come inside
And see the blossoms there, that weave
Such symphonies - perhaps to leave,
Carrying, in unfettered mind,
Memories of the Promised Land.

2006

Will Barber

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