Discernment

c.b. Joaquina

Sand prickles my skin,

As the wind caresses my being.

In these lonely nights, I dwell amidst

the desert that keeps me discerning.

I look up and I see an unfathomable

epitome of the universe beyond,

Dancing in stark darkness and unyielding copper,

I almost hear the whispers of Him, oh Mighty, float from a time bygone.

Mere fabric separates me from the warmth of the earth,

The coolness of the calming Eastern breeze,

That send sparks of embrace, of happiness,

To commoners who live in battered villages nearby.

Peace settles in the Promised Land.

It is what humans unjustly crave for,

Murder for, and destruct for,

That ruins the sanctity of breathtaking life itself.