A Voice

Sunset in the Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona.
 

She lifted her voice against the sun,
Cursing because Good Friday was done.
 
The coming of night would make her feel blue,
For none of her dreams would ever come true.
 
She pillowed her head and turned off the light,
Preparing to face the terrors of night;
 
But then came a voice, a voice not her own,
Whispering things from the past she had known:
 
You are the daughter of wisdom and light,
The child of mercy and goodness and right.
 
Be not afraid of the terrors ahead.
Lie down and sleep, child, for safe is your bed.
 
Over her heart washed a wave of relief,
The voice in the night assuaging her grief.
 
 
 
HAIKU:
 
Good Friday evening—
singing dark songs, Sister Death
slips into my room.

 
Poems and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher

Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Prickly Pear

Shadows surround a prickly pear blossom in Arizona’s Sonoran Desert.
 
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Scrubbed

The Sonoran Desert in Southern Arizona is often scrubbed of tracks, both animal and human, by strong winds.
 

Wind, relentless wind,
keeps erasing my footprints
behind and before.

 
Haiku and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Prickly Poppy

Shadows surround a prickly poppy blossom in Arizona’s Sonoran Desert.
 

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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Branches

The branches of a dead indigo bush cast shadows across the Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona.
 
 
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