This is the dry land
Stretching beyond sight
And soaking up our tears
This is the arid land
Unfit for our survival
Preserving every skeleton
And the wind of time beats against our faces
Devouring all we are.
Into this land we are born.
But oh, the stars
Brilliant in this dry sky,
Calling our names, reminding us of more!
Let us not be satisfied with sand
Or call our thirst ‘maladjustment’.
Let our hearts be more than a shell,
A hollow place packed with dust:
Dry, shrivelled, dead,
Where skittering insects crawl across our minds.
Let our thirst become a prayer,
Let us know our need,
In our stumbling and our mumbling let us learn to weep
Even in the dry land.
Till His rivers flow
Deep beyond deep,And carry us to Love.