After Psalm 107:4-7
Wandering. Arid. Dry.
Parched. Seering. Desert. Heat
overpowering. No protection
from sun or wind or hear,
no refuge to find, no oasis.
Sand, and rocks, and
Unrelenting heat. Body
fails, soul fails, collapsing
in the sand, tasting
the hot grains, what little
moisture is left evaporating
until I become a piece
of parchment, edges seared
by flame, and I cry out,
without hope, a sound
anguished in extreme.
The cry is heard, the listening
lifts and carries me
to the refuge.
Photograph by Ian Dooley via Unsplash. Used with permission.
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