(Alison Moore lives in the UK and has been a committed Christian celibate since 2006.)
When I take you to the desert place
And lay you bare
Of every comfort and imagination.
When I call you out amidst
The thorns and stings
Of life’s most bleak foundation.
And, sighing over you;
The wind’s sharp breath
Weeps full around again
With long forgotten consternation.
Then I will meet you there:
Across the deeps of loss, and anger,
And I will bring to you
A desert bloom
Love’s one simple consolation.
So beautiful, so sleek, so perfect
In it’s giving
That – your heart will stir again
And long once more
For life’s beloved conversation.
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