In Exile - Poem by Vonda Overlie
My heart yearns for my homeland when my spirit felt young and free.
Living in exile in the desert, I thirst.
Shallow breaths taken further and further apart.A shell left dying.
Looking back I remember all the closeness and wonder shared.
Now, stripped and beaten and left for dead.
Dry bones, Dry bones can you live?
Dead in body, yet in spirit I am alive.
I lay awiting the latter rains, remembering your promises.
My spirit hears your voice.
Spirit to spirit, commanding me to live.
Then the Dawn kisses me awake reminding me of hope.
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