The Desert
The desert is a lonely place,a place where God seems absent.The dust swirls blindinglyfilling the nostrils and eyes,choking the very lifetill that life ends.The body lies peacefully,while the wind swirls the dustin a warm blanket over the bodywhich grows increasingly cold.The hand, a huge hand,reaches down from aboveand cups the childin its’ gentle grasp.The child …