359 – Desert (Christmas)

Desert (Christmas)

In the desert
your voice alone
touches the rocks
and itself in passing.

Your shadow’s thin
body caught up
in the spines
of the saguaro.

What prayers
the ancient cisterns hold
is water that slakes
but only a little while.

As if God came not
into the world, as if
God is not shadow
and voice, not water

in the desert.

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