Where Milk And Honey Flow Poem by April Humason

My soul walks barefoot through the sand,
Searching for a promise unseen by man.
Hunger in my spirit, thirst in my breath,
Chasing a river that conquers death.

I've wandered far from easy ground,
In dust and silence, hope unbound.
Yet somewhere past this aching plain,
A land waits free from hurt and pain.

Milk and honey softly call,
Beyond the rise, beyond the fall.
Not of craving, not of greed,
But a holy dream my heart still needs.

The wilderness has shaped my bone,
Taught my heart I'm not alone.
With every step through broken stone,
I walk toward a promised home.

No rush, no rage, no burning fire,
Just quiet truth and lifted desire.
Not needing touch, just needing grace,
As God leads me through this place.