Every life has some deserts in it.
So I start with this — wind driven sand,
searing dry heat
and the sweeping of everything
till it’s bleached clean

I’ll start with this,
fighting my words back
to the starting point
through the cluttered
piles of mundanities
back to where the pure essence gleams

I start here in this desert
because of how clear
across the bones and rock
rings the voice of God.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 22, 2020