The Tumbleweed Prayer

The sun is setting in the west While crowned in gold, the eastern crest Stands sentry in its scrubs and sighs Offering its sage advice A single lizard darts about Driven forth by searing drought Towards healing waters beckoning Seeking Horeb’s rocky spring Among the endless rocks and weeds Between regrets and sinful deeds Above, a pale blue sky so clear Who knew that Heaven was so near And through it all, this wayward soul Uprooted outcast, blindly rolls By gentle zephyrs carried on Comforted by desert psalms.