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You planted me firmly
in the desert of despair.

A comfort.
A witness.

Flesh is not my strength.
I am dust under the weight
of sorrow soaked hope.
Cracked souls remember
rain will come.
I grow rooted. Crave you. Secure.
Sustenance will come, you appointed
the season. I know it.

Striving quiets.
Your promises stored.

Though I stand here for a hundred years.
A drop of your love is enough for me
until you flood my soul with the
joy of presence. And I feel the steady
rhythm of revealed rain.

5 responses to “Dependent”

  1. beavoicefororphans says:

    So good and inspiring!!

  2. aweason says:

    i like these contrasting images of dryness/moisture and abundant water. Really nice, Karisa. and like that pic that goes with the poem!

    • Karisa Moore says:

      The Joshua Trees are amazing. In your trips out west have you seen them? They don’t know for sure how old any of them are because they don’t have growth rings, but experts believe some of them are thousands of years old. They have deep and extensive root systems.

  3. Awesome post! Keep up the great work! 🙂

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