Its so beautiful and dangerous out there.
Danger without beauty would keep me in my chair.
Beauty without danger: I really don't care.

Water trickles through the shrubs stretching the bound,
pushing back the sandy matte where just yesterday found,
the little Bird on the margin, making her sweet sound.

Even desert birds need water to keep them alive
in the hot desert sun where very few survive,
my little bird drinks from her well and she thrives.

Yes, the desert beckons; the dangerous beauty calls.
The desert bird is made to fly among dunes and dry falls.
The well contains water, but the well has walls:

The walls between what is and what will surely be.
The walls between what you wish, and what you cannot see.
The walls around a heart that is learning to be free.

Fly, little bird, by all means fly,
but do not forget that there are limits even limits to the sky:
Places no bird can go, though other birds have tried.

Stretch your wings and venture out, then flurry back again.
Take your time, Desert Bird....drink at the well and then,
A little further into the desert: Beauty, Danger, God be with you. Amen.