Send Them…
Spy upon the barren land
Or gaze upon its richness
The choice is yours
Follow furrows in the milky soil
Plant seedlings of honey
For your generations
The carob, the olive
Be strong like those trees
That will shade your grandchildren
Do not fear the giants – observe
Melt the Heavens with your eyes
At the borders that I have stretched for you
Make a list – in the mountains and valleys
Of your enemies – Canaanites, Jebusites
I will make their fortresses tremble
Go, send your spies
To where the rivers split
In days of old.