Getting out of Egypt, by Hagit Ackerman

Not with a strong hand

And not with an outstretched arm

And not with great awe

And not with signs

And not with wonders

Rather hesitantly, with small steps, terrified by darkness

Softly

Dedicated

Purposefully

with accuracy

And love

Carrying little signs like the wrinkles of passing time,

The transition of seasons, my changing body, the pearls of my longings.