Somewhere in Chad

is a piece of paper

which describes how

to ride chariots three abreast

upon the walls of Jericho.

Somewhere in the desert

Gideon, later famous

for his hotel Bibles,

hides from the truth,

like most of us do,

at least,

from time to time.

And the dew

is under the cover,

is over the cover,

is wherever he wishes it wasn’t,

and yet, eventually,

he knows, he must act.

Like us, he has to do

what he knows to be right,

no matter how much he is afraid,

no matter if you believe

the story to be true,

or a myth built to make a point.

Someday, you have to

blow your trumpet and march

around the city thirteen times,

without fail, with courage,

for less and the walls

will never come tumbling down.