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Yahweh says: I will allure you and lead you out
into the desert and speak to your heart. (Hosea 2:16)
Reflections from my week at Lebh Shomea House of Prayer
in the Wild Horse Desert of South Texas.
Yielding slow as I go, yearning deep to listen
Still, Yahweh speaks into the desert heart.
Allured I am but hearing merely
Unsilent sounds; numbing noise set apart.
Palm fronds frollic in afternoon breezes,
Dancing and announcing: "air is alive!"
Calling to critters and creatures alike
"Get up!" It's not too late to arrive.
Turkeys gurgle the morning Lauds,
Doves coo-ooo refrained responses.
Bees and beetles add their sacred song,
Deer hooves stomp earth's taut-stretched drum.
This is home. Familiar lives here dear.
Umbilical pulses bind life to land.
Kinfolk ghosts rest in graves nearby,
Singing glories beyond with a cowboy band.
Why await utterances of a white-bearded Man?
"Foolish!" she laughs from the over-dark tarp.
Javaline and kyote sing shrill night songs.
No bulbs, no flares, save mom moon and sis stars.
"Go fearlessly, my child, life's concert is free.
Open the door to my wind-walled palace."
Noontime porches, dark night hallways,
Soulfully sipping the once-supped chalice. | 
