He once lived as a Bedouin,
this I surely know.
The desert lives within his soul,
it’s part of his sanguine flow.
As a child he climbed tall sand dunes,
watched the Atlantic seethe and roil.
Now he kneels in wilderness light
to feel the arid soil.
Joshua trees keep watch on the man,
a hawk is his trusted guide.
He wants to spend eternity here
under stars, with God by his side.

05/31/2004