Love & Cigaretes by Boygene Borice - HTML preview

*Exodus*

When she came,

She held me close to her heart,

Gave me salvation,

Nursed me like a mother to her baby.

In Canaan, I whispered to myself, I have arrived,

Here, my soul will thrive like weeds,

Along the banks of a river. As I rest in the flowing rivers,

Of honey and milk.