In Horeb's Cave

Alone in the tear-bitter darkness
Heart-rent by dawning awareness
Fantasy fields of constructed madness
Now made stone-strewn
Mocking deserts
Of shifting sands

Yet in the sibillance of silence
Shame stills the arrogance
Tears water the seed-sown
Yet barren ground.

In that parched land
Deserted of dreams
Nor the earthquake
Nor the tempest
But the life-giving breath
Betrays the embrace
Of the Creator's love.