Stones for Bread

I wrote the following poem last night. It was inspired by my Bible reading in Numbers and a book I am reading that I will share more about soon.

Far too often
Impatient
I struck out on my own
Into the wilderness
Rather than wait
For the cloud and fire to direct me.

Hours, days, weeks, years
Wandering
When I could have been safe in camp
Resting
Feeding on manna
Worshiping
The One enthroned above the mercy seat.

The veil is torn.
I can enter the Holy of Holies.
Instead, I sought stones
For bread.

—Katy Sammons