Why is this night different from all other nights? And we tell the story. But underneath the story every night is different, color, flavor, eager faces turning we forget so soon. Every night has its own story.

A Promised Land

How to keep the promise of a promised land? Not only a name, a place, a flag. It’s an end to wandering in the wilderness,

the wilderness inside ourselves. It’s singing sweeter than scorpions. It’s touching everywhere softer than snakes.