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Apr 2012
Dryness pervades
On the arid wasteland
Cracks spider through the earth
Desiccant littered through the fissures

Wearied, I seek
Searching, I stumble
Through parched land,
Limitless

The horizon bleeds
As the day ends
Coldness permeates
Into my soul

No direction
This landscape
Void of paths
Here, my footprints
Circles, I wander
Days, I suffer…

Lost.

Lips split from drought
Yearning for balm
Open, asking
Yet not without doubt…

           A
        Clear
      Singular
     Dewdrop
     Answers
        Hope

A jewel from the sky
Promise of Mercy
A tear from God’s eye
I am but unworthy

Dizzy and haggard
I crawl to deliverance
Where once was a droplet
A stream burgeons forth

This water, a well within
Flowing to restore
Never shall I thirst again
Only You do I adore
Monica Rose
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