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PONDERING DESERTS
pondering deserts
still early in the season -
His temptation
who wouldn't
left in a wilderness turn
stone into bread
yet He didn't
for beyond the mirage lay
the greater oasis
the deserts cling
only if when we grasp at
cold barren dust
vain promises
shudder into phantoms -
'fore hope of glory
still deserts teem
with the hoof of humped creatures
spices and cloths
trade and wanderings
after men blood and gore
surrender to peace
--gillena cox
