Some wandered in desert wastes… – Psalm 107:4

Desert Waterer,
I fish at the side of your river
while ash falls from the sky.
Is this that moment
between pools of water
and parched land
where your hand moves
forced by a decision woven
time long ago 
when you declared, "It is good!"?
Tears move down dry skin on so many faces
weathered, beaten, gathered
waiting for good things.
Deliver us from distress.

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