you call me
give shooting star
child-like promise
to me
to bless me
and all earth through me
to hand me
land me
see me
create with thee
god’s global garden family.

but after 40 dizzy circles of wander lust
we lost trust in a
sand stranded maze
and in self desertificated haze
we continued with closed eyes and ears
to your voice and your seers
forgot your garden
claimed our fears
silence for years.