The Silent Yearning of All Creation

We traverse barren lands, you and I
No comfort here, no palace dwelling
We wander aimlessly through suffering
Treading barefoot on salty earth, cracked and laden red
With stiff, silver blue scrub stretching away
From our sore and sorry eyes to nothing

A hot, bare breeze of sorrow comes down
From where, who knows?
Leaves murmur it's arrival to each other
As the tonic of our memory stirs

Elephantine gums with creamy, wrinkled,
ancient trunks stand at attention
Their slow moving, serpent limbs
Twist up
With the silent yearning of all creation

This is a land that is known
A land sown with seeds
We are loved, you and I
Not forsaken
Born in secret on the Spirits cool and gracious breeze
We traverse barren lands
No comfort here, no palace dwelling
We wander aimlessly, yet trasformed
through suffering