I take a step on scattered soil, un-watered by season
The pebbles are coated with dust escaping the earth
I stoop, hoping to find one fine and timely reason
An answer to the unquestionable that denotes rebirth
My hands are as parched as the leaves in the desert
My feet are calloused and bruised, awaiting a respite
The notes lose harmony on this unguarded trail
While elements in the universe whisper a secret
I look ahead to catch sight of a white shimmering light
A glimmer of hope, I deem, comes to me to stay near
I search within my soul only to find you, my Delight,
My Beloved, on this journey of drought, is forever here
Author’s note: God moves within his people. The poem is dedicated to those who “revived” me one way or another: “the good shepherd,” doctors and nurses, friends and family, my children, and especially my husband, who is there for me in sickness or in health.