Into the Desert

I posted this a few months ago, but the first reading from today for the feast of St. Cecilia brought it back to my mind, so I am reposting it.

Into the Desert

At last we go into the desert, my bride.

The moment is here, this moment, no time to waste.

Long you’ve run, and longer still I’ve chased

And now at last you’ve nowhere left to hide.

What do you have to lose? Unsatisfied

By strange, enticing lovers in whom you’ve placed

The trust you promised to me. Your heart, unchaste,

Is finally vomiting the poisons that you’ve tried.

So come and water the wilderness with your tears.

Leave your Assyrian lovers and drugs of choice

And over the noise let vast, dry silence fall.

In silence, without the Iphone, face your fears

This desert is not your home. I AM. My voice

Created you in a garden, after all.