But for You

I

I am evening but for You
for your compassion bathes me
in the soft golden tinges
of a lasting, consuming sunset:
the endless day
of your presence.
And I am suddenly a ray of light.

II

I'm land of drought but for You
as the rushing roll
of your million and more mercies
drenches and quenches
crevices carved by empty spaces--
the follies of my heart.
And in due time
I am a lush garden:
a sanctuary.

2004