CRY FROM THE DESERT

Who will roll away the stone
from a heart entombed in sorrow,
who will make the sun to shine
on the breaking of the morrow.

Embedded deep and painful
are all life’s barbs and woes,
boards that block the Springtime
and doors stay firmly closed.

Who will lift the burdens
that weigh us down each day,
who will show us what to do
to live His Will, His Way.

For this season’s one of dryness
as we search for nectar sweet,
remove from us this bitterness
send the peace our poor hearts seek.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 01, 1997