The Patience of Desert Sand
The desert sand lies tearless,
Not rising into stem nor leaf,
To allow creation of some waxy flower,
Shifting, winding with the Maker’s wind,
And then
The Creator’s mind takes its nothingness,
Paints it with strength and color,
To rise and redecorate those barren places,
Casting Love even in an empty Spring.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2018
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