the Spirit led Yeshua into the wilderness
now you too must go
I stand on the rim of the desert
praying rain for your thirst
shade for your head
I have walked my desert road
but I cannot travel with you
though I would set aside my work
my craft
to be helpmate
that is not what you need
at the oasis' shore
I look for you in the distance
a wavering form against the tawny harshness
but it is not you
not yet
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