Someday,
There will be sod laid over the mud.
Beauty, order, covering
Over the barren ground.
Prairies in heaven, savannas of lush and flourishing land, no more exposed soil, no more windswept earth, all the life lost, blown away.
No more deserts of parched ground where nothing is fruitful, only thorns and thistles.
Someday,
redemption.
(Circa 2014).
