June 17, 2016

Sacred Grace

Our days are longest now,
cacti following the sun
with adoration.
I often wonder
about those who first
crossed this desert
through heat and dust,
burying their dead
in the sand,
beside heavy furniture
they should have
left behind.
Day turns swiftly into night,
the stars bearing silent witness
to our time
between birth and death,
as we wander still,
forever in search
of sacred grace.