The dirt is parched

dust blowing with the wind

to cloud a darkening sky

already filled with the smoke of tragedy

my lips are chapped

fragile flesh craving the touch of living water

longing to drink in a truth to make life worth living

a higher purpose to give life meaning

can I be refreshed

will my desert bloom again

creating a garden to pray

words of thanksgiving for the salvation I have yet to see

as my skin continues to be whipped

as my tongue tingles with desire

I am standing alone in a desert blowing

I am waiting

scanning the dirty sky for a sign of rain