So, I've come to the end of Deuteronomy in my morning meditations and here's my poem about that:
Meditation 176: The Death of Moses
All those years
of travel,
grief and hope
end like this:
a long, slow view
of the land
you’ve waited for,
tasting cool mountain air
on your tongue,
the whispers of God
at your ear
and the darkness to come.
Poor Moses - forty years
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