Covenant

Covenant Barren, brown and dust, The vast horizon line pushes on a meandering sky Pulling away from desert’s still and lifeless form Where life itself only dreams above this land devoid Of earth’s abundant blessing, Cheated of the ample bounty held within her skirts; The endless waste appears to speak, In its eternal void, of sin, so great, Creator’s hand swept away all living things from its face To mourn in everlasting time the life now gone – The barren womb cries out for life to return To devastated hills, to prairie plains as This wasteland changeless lies Through summer heat and winter rest, Through autumn change, but does not change Except to remain the constant brown, Despairing emptiness of sage Through which the racing wind Rattles desert’s bones and chills The blowing sands unending dance. Dance, O desert, In your plaintive waltz, The vision of creation’s plan Lives deep within your beating heart, Not damned, but blessed, Living out the fullest vow To guide the promise overseeing Dawn ascending from oblivion Like Spring – To blossom, to survive in sage and desert blooms That seek to reach their fullest height, The fragile flower fulfills its destiny To grow above hostility, Witness of the bond between infinity And the enduring spark reborn within the restive voice Breathing vigor into the ever borning essence of this land – Life’s signature complete, rising up from the desert’s will, Springing from cold desolation’s womb, Beacons in the endless wilderness, To join the hand of genesis to life’s inheritance.