Oh sweet Canaan

Land of milk and honey

Flowing with promises of divine bliss

Oh Canaan

The fruit of my wails

Your desire my heart assails

Come to me in silent beckoning

Oh Canaan

My lips are parched in desire

Acquiesce to my need for belonging

A roof over my head

That I can be relish in the security

Of a divine and eternal promise.

(c) Anavah 2019