After the Exodus

In Exodus there is this “Pillar of Fire,”
but it’s in the Valley of Fire I find I can come
to rest; and the best thing to think
about there is how I can see, someday,
all the flames, all the names
in the burning panoply come
here to smolder, eventually;

to the same place. Pouring, like the waters,
in fast floods, slow trickles; sneaking
in underground streams, but to the same point
in Space. Yet in and among the faces, the Truth
I face is that I still wait
most for You.