I will sing to the Lord.
Glorious his triumph.*
They escaped Pharaoh’s sword.
They showed their defiance.

When I read this psalm
I think of the Easter vigil.
The lights dimmed in calm.
And of the fates turned fickle.

We stand in expectant awe.
Of what will happen in this story.
Will the Israelites escape to achieve so much more.
And so much transcendent glory.

We too will pass through the desert.
And find our own glory after so much hurt.

Haiku

We pass through desert
But after all this we win
An immortal crown

*Note: First two lines from Exodus 15:1-6