Daily Archives: September 8, 2003

 

And Then You Come

 

God,

I know you are here,

Somewhere.

But it’s hard to see or hear you

Right now.

Show me your face again.

Whisper my name.

 

Sometimes,

You are so close.

The perfume of your presence

Lies in the air around me.

You envelop me

And fill me

With your breath of life.

 

But now,

It’s like I walk alone.

That breath seems like a dessert wind.

Drying.

The oasis impossible to see ahead.

Thirst growing in my throat

Drives me to cry to you for help.

 

And then you come.

A scent

Faint, but hauntingly familiar.

Hints of a cool breeze,

Like a finger, beckon me to follow

Where the stream ward path

Lies close ahead.