September 8, 2022

A Walk Through the Furnace of Desert

By EPRobles

i beg my feet.
  three steps then water.

Dreaming of a river with
silt that flows / as my
joints and bones \
become purple yellow
as the dying sun
  tasting smooth-cool
creek’s liquid with
  sweet heavy dew
which feeds God’s
heavenly garden.

My gaping mouth refuses
as my Soul is quenched
by my Lord’s tears.

:: 09.07.2022 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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