DESERT SONG

The hour is late
I sit deep in thought,
my loved ones asleep
of my pain, they know not.

Wounds open and bleeding
into prayer I am tossed,
alone and abandoned
afraid and so lost.

All around me a shambles
there’s no sense and no reason,
no facet untouched
in this dry painful season.

Send an angel of mercy
to ease all the pain,
so I can take up my cross
follow You once again.

For there’s joy in just knowing
I walk not alone,
I tread in Your footsteps
as You lead me home.

All pain and suffering
but a moment endured,
is a small price to pay
for joy eternal assured.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
June 26, 1996