The saguaro stand
ranges along the upward slope
of a deserted mountain.
Stretching
from the ancient rock
-the talus of creation-
each one
soldier straight
facing the firestorm heat
of a summer sun.
Some time, ages ago
under that same
searing sting,
excess was incinerated,
blasted by the sun.
The incidental
immaterial
independent accessories
were set in the fire
of a furnace forge
which blistered
burnt
brushed them away
as nothing,
until nothing
existed but the
essential element,
the condensation of life
in a purified strand.
And today
now
this very moment,
now
this very moment,
the saguaro stand
sentinel strong
embrace the pain
and face the sun
of God’s true form.
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