I take another step toward my end.
None to see or hear our plight.
My child and I wander lost
left to scatter our ashes in this cruel wasteland.
My child in his lethargy was slipping, slowly .
I cried to anyone who might hear.
“Save Him. Take Me.” my plea.
A whisper came in a puff of wind.
“Walk but a little further woman. Gather up your courage and your son. I have not deserted you.”
I could hear it first.
The distinct sound of palm branches rubbing against the breeze.
WATER!
I dragged my boy to the edge where he lapped like a dog.
I dove into the scintillating pool sandals and all.
“Thank you Lord – you didn’t leave us.”
Revived in shining blue
imbibing fresh life and hope
desert strength
This is a fiction inspired by the story of Ismael and Hagar when they were sent into the desert by Abraham.
penned in moon dust 