and still

one does not simply

lie down

in the desert;

too soon overwhelmed

with a million sands

and forgotten under layers.

and still, God's presence would be near.

one does not simply
wander
in this place

-no water, camel, tent.
-so much sun.
-a million miles
from love.

but still, nothing can separate?

Not:
-height, nor depth
nor heat.
-a million layers of sand
where I can't breathe-

It can't stop love.

Each grain of sand, then,
a testimony:
Love never fails.