Lord:

Grant me peace

Born on grey white waves that

Spill onto brown grey sand

Linger through white washed roads

Weave sawtooth patterns

Expose white striped veins

In basalt, serpentine, chert.

 

Lord:

Expose my veins

Wear down my rock face

Pummel me into selfless sand

then

Walk on water

To where I sit

On a red rock

Thinking desert thoughts

Without flower or blossom.