Abandoned in the desert, left to die
The hot air – so hot it suffocates
But I dare not breathe too deep
Lest the dust strangle my burning throat
My flesh is blistered
The wind whips the sand across my back like stinging lashes
My parched, cracked lips can barely move to speak
The blinding glare has taken away my sight
I have left only my heart with which to see
To guide my scarred hands and feet
My heart sees pain, sees loneliness
It sees emptiness, despair and neglect
It has been scorned, rejected and forgotten
But still it loves, still it beats, still it bleeds, waiting . . .
I am so thirsty – can you hear me?
Is there anyone to give me to drink
Something sweet to satisfy this burning desire
And take away this bitterness?
I beg you, do no betray me with the cup of bitterness
I long to drink – to drink in compassion and mercy
To drink in your freely chosen love for me
That moves you to remember me here
Allows you to see me in this desert
And stirs the passion within you to reach out to me
I have grown weak
I stumble to the ground in this barren wasteland
Can you see me?
Will you help me?
I need you to help lift me up
I need but one drop of strength – one drop of love
Will you quench my undying thirst?
And what shall you give me to drink?
Offer me yourself
For you are what I desire
I cannot live without love
Will you love me?
I will not live without love
My passion is for you
My heart aches for you so
I feel I must die and let it be broken open
All my love pouring forth
Flooding this desert