Here in the desert instead of snow
A cooling calm descends
More like sleep than death
The tall saguaros climbing Calvaries
Stop to catch their breath
Until the Feast of Gabriel blows
The winds out of the west
And rain like mercy flows
Into the veins of stones
And out of a darkened sky
A few days of glory bloom
But only if in your heart
Now broken battered bruised
You have left it room
To give you back the sun
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