Come, let us walk the road that Sarah walked
leaving family, household and land
for a life in Canaan, promised to Abraham.
Come, let us laugh with Sarah, prima gravida,
birthing a son, feeding incognito angels,
not knowing what the future holds.
Come, let us walk the road that Moses walked
stuttering before the blazing bush
jabbing the serpent-stick of faith into the desert ground
making holy the places where he stood
leading his people to a promised land.
Come, let us walk the road that Jesus walked
not sure what we are taking on
but standing to be counted
no matter the cost of such love.
Come, let us walk the path that spirals round
from new birth to new life.
Original photographs © Bronwyn Angela White, Kāpiti