As every tear wets this page
and every stormy day joins the larger sorrow
and every raindrop joins the river
flowing indefinitely
As blue sky nests in clear view
like a paintbrush, across the blue sky
seeking the next horizon
going forever on
this dessert pen records
every grain of sand
and every new way
that old is written to say
Oh the landscape that were writ with these tears
and oh the emotions which were once contained
every word meant something
oh the old silent longing
When words no longer needed to be spoken
Oh this night that falls on this wilderness
in the dessert time and lone roads
As the day breaks soon to set away
in beautiful misty light
Oh the echoe of these pines
discussion of matters I hardly knew
to find I am broken needing you
to find I am lost in only you
Words no longer need be spoken
The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green. Psalm 92:12-15
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