Monday, August 11, 2008

A dry, parched land

Even in the dry, parched land I was amazed at the varieties of cacti covering the hills. Here is a sampling of the prickly beauties of Arizona.


My soul thirsts for you.
My body longs for you
in a dry, parched land
where there is no water.
Psalm 63:1

As I lie on my bed,
I remember you.
Through the long hours of the night,
I think about you.
You have been my help.
In the shadow of your wings,
I sing joyfully.
My soul clings to you.
Your right hand supports me.
Psalm 63:6-8