Son of Nun

I am Son of Nun, Joshua. I serve

the most high by serving

the servant. It is my call to serve

the servant. Voices awaken me

before the dawn; I do not

understand the cloud, not yet,

although I know its composition,

its essence, its ability to sear

the soul. I stand outside

its envelope; I bow at the tent door,

facing outward, facing away.

It is my service to face away; I am

a spear, a sword, a shield. The cloud

is next to me; I hear the murmuring

of the voice. The cloud is behind me,

embracing the servant. I dare not fix

my gaze upon it,

on its brilliance.

Photograph by Sheila Dane via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.