On waves of midnight blue— We shoved off in the boat— It mattered not where to— Anywhere at a casual knot. We entered a world of darkness

Sweat is the other garment You wear in the desert When the only water is in the cact… And all but the flies are inert But a cool layer of sweat

A dream is a butterfly Fresh from the cocoon That is realized and soon Flutters up into the sky Or faltering, goes astray

Ample is the rising sun That alights the furthest mountain… A carmine drape upon every hill— Exciting the birds to warble. Ample, too, is the evening sun

The Sahara is another vast sea Of zero-edge horizons And remote hours of austerity For “sailors” upon caravans And the Sun beams mercilessly

What love is this That spellbinds me And keeps me returning To read scripture? Older I will get

He comes around the wall And I feel my quickened heart. I dare to look even while Seconds become a moment. He passes with dull eyes

When pillars fail When walls break My angel can bear The unknown weight. If darkness prevails

The treetop glimmers outside my wi… As light, dancing upon the leaves— Shimmers off each leaf in soft yel… From afar, my attention is retriev… By light, pure and perfectly aglow…

Death, to me, is a stranger; I know not his whereabouts. I’ve seen him but haven’t heard – I know of him but we’ve not met. He spoke at length with my elder

One Christmas, death showed up To rip the bonds apart And they, who were stunned - Said their good-byes Hastily at the tomb.

Thy being’s grace Is pleasant to behold - As beautiful as The jacaranda When its blooms

April – breezy and demure – Make yourself at home. I’ve kept some tea warm. Here is a seat of nature— A trunk on which to sit.

Music starts my little church And bids us goers “come forward” - Timid and cleansing at first - Bringing voices to one accord Then Chris’s voice waxing loud

Come, graceful brittlebush And creamy globe mallow blooms. The winds of spring call you Again from the sandy tombs. Come, you dashing lupine