Desert Walk

I am so thirsty
my lips are split
my throat parched
my voice is gravel
I hear the whispered, “come” 

I am so thirsty
face  is blistered
arms beet red
my gait uneven
I hear the whispered, “come” 

I am so weary
this wasteland walk
where’s the cup
that will quench my heart
I hear the whispered, “come” 

About Mary Herbert

I am a gentle listener, a woman of few words. My journey through life has been a spiritual one, as well as a physical one. My daughter, Katie, and I thought it would be interesting to combine some of our giftings/talents in a blog and see what happens. Let us know what you think!

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