DESERT FLOWER
The rain from my eyes floods the deserts of an arid land;
a land made barren by the death of loved ones,
an eternal land that succours the spirits of those who have gone before
and a land that abounds with their memory.
And a small desert flower,
nurtured in the bosom of that dry land,
tastes the water of my soul and seeks the sunlight,
ever protected by the shade of the monolith
created by the tears of God.
The azure skies are unbroken and unlined by the clouds of doubt,
and the teeth formed where the earth meets the sky
glow with the smile of understanding and love.
The rich earth, created by the sadness of past happenings and future happiness,
is the source of desert flower's new life in a unforgiving world.
And the call of the Grey Eagle resonates in the Morning Light
and the ghostly shadow of the Owl wings a silent salute to the moonlit night.
All is in concord...
©Copyright September 11, 2002 by Anthony W. Pahl
For my Spirit Daughter, Rebecca SaraAnne Grey Eagle