God-inspired thought
Floods consciousness
Like mountain rivulets,
Once solitary cascades, now hands-joined,
Amassed on beckoning plain.
It fills all the hungry crevices,
Pours its burgeoning plenty into sun-starved caves,
Sweeps away wrinkled dust-hummocks,
Livens weary ravines frowning in the shade,
Plumbs desperate buried solitudes.
And so my desert rejoices
In green shoots,
and praise blossoms, thirst-quenched by Love.
