Intimacy in the Desert Life

Vendredi, 19/05/2006

The Hermit

See the sun, rising from the earth
rising to the sky
shining on all you can see
oh, as far, as the dunes that meet the sea
to land that touches the sand
further than my eyes can reach!

Another day to live,
another day to die,
another day to plant my tree.
Oh another, another day to search,
another day to find
some solid ground under this layer of sand...

Sometimes, I hope in the wind
that it might bring a dust of diamond to me,
I hope to spot on the horizon,
the silhouette of someone else, wandering here...
I hope a butterfly would land on my hand
and tell me stories from places far away...

Another day to live,
another day to die,
another day to gaze into the deep.
Another day to search,
another die to find,
that precious thing I don't quite know...

I will walk, right across this sand
and as I do I'll write all over it
and sow, sow, sow.
I know, somehow I know,
it will only take one moment,
for water to spring up and life to grow,
In this desert of mine!

Another day to live,
another day to die to my old self and rise, rise, rise!
Another, another day to pray, another day to fight,
another day to follow the first Word!...

Another day to live,
another day to die...