Written by: allen beilschmidt sr.

Those that travel
the barren desert
shall not die of thirst.

Somewhere, far off
A river runs wet 
and clean and the

nearly dead shall 
be refreshed not 
to lie in heartless

grains of sand
bleached white
by unrelenting 

rays; but rather they
shall enter lands 
of dewy meadows

fresh with the smell
of rich earth and rise
as triumphantly 

as the
eagle sours
the air.