Sunday, April 02, 2017

Trust is for the desert
Putting down waiting roots
Straining through the cracks
That none but the mirror sees

Trust is for the desert
Where the stones are bread
And angels wait to catch me
And yet I must say no

Trust is for the desert
Where I can find no green within me.
Though I wander forty years
The seeds refuse to sprout.

Trust is for the desert
Where distance is measured
Against the landmarks of my shame
And always I must measure again.

Trust is for the desert
Search for a God
No longer found in fire or cloud
No longer heard in whispers.

Trust is for the desert
Against the grain
Against the rain
Yearning for the green again.

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