case there was a doubt,
desert coolness is in the air.
cactus wants to bloom,
is held for that perfect time.
moon is full, but shielded with hints of haze.
rabbits and quail gather in hiding from the coyote.
the rays of the setting sun,
like gleaming pipes of the church organís chimes.
are the mountain trails,
over the canyonís brim.
and Saguaro are her guardians of the past.
the Sentry cactus stands its ground.
man we remember, but to God is the glory.
are where we are due to the paths that we have come.
deserts turn to paradise sweet,
our lives in Jesus shall abound.
We Are Where We Are by Ronhales Psalm 107:35