I see their zigzag art form
Left by passing snake on desert's slate,
Then edge into a gully deep between red walls
Adorned by pictures pecked out long ago. Grasping holds for fearful hands and feet,
Thirty years ago
I bore a son.
Left the hospital early
To share my mother's fun -
"Fill me with Your Spirit, Lord," I plead.
but what have I to do?
Just sacrifice possession of my soul,
(the "me" I own)