Living Desert from Journal by Nerida

My roots have grown deep within this place,
Searching for water in the desert, anchoring in the earth,
And it’s not much to show on the surface,
But anyone who knows knows,
It’s what’s inside that matters.

And the red earth has blown around my feet,
And the sun has blistered, and the winds have scattered,
And the long-awaited rains have come,
And their gentle falling has kept me alive.

Oh I’m reaching to the sky,
And I’m losing the beauties that I used to hide behind,
And I’ll wait, if I have to wait forever,
For my maker to come.

Stripped of bitterness, am I stripped to the bone?
I’m seeing more clearly, especially my blindness,
And most important is the light to shine,
Dancing colours on my limbs,
Painted by the sun.

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• Living Desert
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