My heart scattered like dust through dry
inhospitable lands
The aching for place
For belonging
I wandered…
I felt I had no home
My house was splintered in the blistering sun
The days of life gathered thorns that scourged my eyes
Thrust into desert
To quench my thirst
To find meaning out of dry bones
Broken and Consecrated
I found beauty where wind chastens youth
The deep crevasses of my being
filled like canyon rivers that flow
Steadfast and holy
Like some unforeseen epic
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