Lady Of Sand Poem by Yashim George

Every grain chipped off from tree, rock, and matter
From valleys, plains, and afar
The sands from which all men are made
Barren and broken
Ripped and forsaken
The Child of the Savannah is laid
Skin upon the flesh of the Earth
Her gentle touch is mystical
But the Child becomes intelligent and radical
Will Lady of the Sand weep or chirp,
For a smile of her fold?
The inclinations of this radiant virgin go
What you love much must destroy you
Story of the Saviour we all know