You come now to the strand:
The sea before you crawls,
and though you cling to your homeland,
another kingdom calls.
Your feet, already wet,
inch toward the farther shore.
You are a creature of the depths
you've never known before.
You try to dig right in,
to grip the gritty sand,
but each wave slipping back again
pulls home out of your hands.
Let go; O love, let go.
This Egypt is not yours.
You stand now on the Red Sea road,
with only one way forward:
through sorrow and through pain.
They will not stand like walls,
but plunge you in the heaving main.
You cannot swim at all.
They only promise this,
that whispers in the tide:
Beyond the sea, beyond abyss,
there is another side.
Crossing of the Red Sea By Nicolas Poussin – http://www.1st-art-gallery.com/Nicolas-Poussin/The-Crossing-Of-The-Red-Sea,-C.1634.html, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10289613