out in the desert
the wind roars
and moans,
whispering temptations,
weaving scenarios
and lies
as a web to trap me,
but under and over it
a purer note sounds,
a melody of hope
of healing,
of future possibilities,
it sings an invitation
sweet to my ears
so I lift my voice
to join that song
whose essence
is life
itself,
and though the wind rages
its power is lost
and I am held
and wrapped in peace
by the lover of my soul...
