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Date published: November 16, 2005
Walking on the desert sands where Moses might have stood,
holding tablets in his arms to teach us bad from good.
My mind begins to reel walking through this ancient place,
I close my eyes and feel like I can even see his face.
For centuries the winds have blown these same sands around,
I look beneath my feet to see sandal prints on the ground.
If I keep my senses sharp, I'm sure that I will see
the ashes of a burning bush or the parting of the sea.
Years have come and gone and it's very strange to find
These images remain in far reaches of our mind.
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