Desert Songs

There is a desert
hot and dry.
It’s where we live
and where we die.

And in the midst
of this expanse.
Lies a wonder
not by chance.

For in the middle
is a mound.
Surrounded by
the desert sound.

And on this mound
bloom some flowers;
That constantly sing
of Heaven’s power.

With petals raised
in humble submission,
bringing beauty
is it’s mission.

For the desert
is our world here.
And the flowers are
the church, are friends, our family so dear.