Shoot up from the sands,
o’ limitless and lovely, yet so lovelorn,
thorn-lilies of the arid and lifeless badlands!
Broaden your boundless, beautiful brass blossoms,
those of legends birthed eons before our language.
They say that your fateful emergence from the dry earth
heralds the jubilee, when the soil rests as it did at birth.
Great Rock of Ages, hear our cry. Open the pages of the sky!
Deliver us the rain so that we can see the flowers again!
The ground groans for the gargantuan garlands,
fast-growing florets with fruit
that feed the farmers,
who have yearned years
for you.
We continue
to sing the songs
of our
ancestors
and share
the
stories
of springs
sprung
far and wide
and the
glorious
things
your flowers
provide
until
the
promise
comes to pass.
We eagerly
await
your
fragrant
blooms.
Bring us bees
and
share
their honey.
Open our eyes
to
the
fluttering
of butterflies,
more
precious
than money.
Arise, oh rarest of roses,
my sweet desert rose!

Published by Andrew Blitman

Andrew Blitman is a poet and artist who is also the webmaster of this blog. He is the published author of 13 books, including "Birthright 2012: A Voyage into the Heart and Soul of Israel" and the "Wild Writers" Series. He can be reached at this e-mail address: andrew.blitman@gmail.com View all posts by Andrew Blitman