Desert Children

A flicker in those bold, wild eyes

And the bright morning star ignites

The perennial flames of the youthful sun;

They dance along the grey, muted skies

Dawn whispers, 

And a hushed red glow 

Emerges, brooding amidst 

the brightening horizon,

Spilling and casting soft, dreamy hues

upon the wakening world.

The Eastern wind roams and whistles

Across ageless sands and sleeping deserts,

“Baérohsh aer zoé kånahk!”

Abba flings open the floodgates of time, 

Unleashing the ripened store of 

Vital light and roaring heat,

Chasing yesterday’s shadows 

through the hidden wilds of eternity.

A Voice, riding on the wings of light,

Roars for the children of the West,

His conquering sons and dancing daughters, 

to bind their wounds,

To gather their naked hearts,

And clothe them with Heaven’s garb.

The old beauty breaks down to dust

under the beat-down sun.

New waters burst o’er the Sonoran lands

And the desert children begin to dance,

“Awake! Awake!

Put on strength”

The Children rise in blazing glory of the Son,

“Rahshaht ao ner tzishet!

Båarraoke attah Yeshuah a Meschiach…”

~*~

And I woke to the whispers of angels.

“They shall go after the Lord; 

he will roar like a lion;

when he roars,

his children shall come trembling from the west;

they shall come trembling like birds from Egypt

and like doves from the land of Assyria,

and I will return them to their homes, declares the Lord.”

-Micah 11:10-11