That Morning at Sinai

I’ve hardly slept in two days and got a cleaning fixation, 

At times I couldn’t even breathe because of anticipation.

Will God really appear on top of that mountain? 

Or will Moses say “No, because you all doubt Him!” 

But this morning is different, the sky’s a strange colour, 

All these dark clouds are encircling each other,

The hair on my arms seem to stand up on end,

And our leader is laughing and singing again…

_{Inspired by Exodus 19}

~Poet of Ephraim