I have had enough,
says the prophet in the desert,
I’ve had enough; just let me die.
Beneath the broom tree,
rubbed raw and worn through with worry,
death is welcome – just let me die.
But the angel comes
with heaven’s bread, living water
to say: Rise up, prophet, now eat.
Ecclesiasticus 41: 1 -4
1 Kings 19: 1 - 8
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