I walk with deliberate step
Each a prayer
Find me
Find me
Show me where to excavate
Where the well springs clear.
Where the setting sun hits the grotto
Where my voice rings truest
In all the echoing silence.
Here with the gritty agave
There, at sunset point,
Where the saguaro begin
I came to find my answers
And left with better questions
And a pocket full of juniper berries
From the gnarled tree on the sun-baked stone.
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