There is a legend.
it is not of the Bible,
yet it is Scriptural.
It is told, not written, yet
I write it now.
There needs to be such
stories. Listen.
In the old days
or perhaps they were
young and ours are old,
a people set out by canoe
from their land New
Zealand. Then it had
another name, but names
change. They ventured forth
into the unknown and
it is one thousand five hundred
miles to Fiji. They
could not have known another
three thousand two hundred
miles lay between them
and Hawaii and another
two thousand eight hundred
to Alaska, but that is
why you find Maori in
Alaska, because they sailed
seven thousand five hundred
miles by open faith.
How many miles
lie before you and I we do not
know, but if because we
do not know we do not care,
because we are afraid
we do not try, the story of the Maori
is all we tell. We have none of
our own.
They built a great fire
upon the shore and those they
left away so far saw
the Southern Lights and said,
“Our people found the
Promised Land.” It is not
Biblical, but it is Scriptural.
Listen, if you do not seek,
you do not find, you do not ask,
you do not get, you do not go you
do not come to be the legend
others tell. Light no fires on any
distant shore, no one sees the proof
of yet another Promised Land.
It is not Biblical,
but it is Spiritual.
God favors those
who dare to
part the sea.
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