PROPHETS AND SAINTS

Prophets and saints,

a choice this,

a desert home to make.

Place of the venerable sun.

Stillness and solitude all around,

Settlement of the venerable ones.

Psalms and proverbs to

Disturb the shade,

Composing all the while

Till nighttime comes.

Then down to bitter cold.

Desert paradox.

Sacred words proclaimed

to the midnight heaven,

billions of stars resounding them.

Coyotes harkening from not far off,

Stirred by the holy liturgy.

They will be drifting in soon,

they have a scent of it.

This bread of life.


 

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