Dialogue in the Wilderness
Sun-bleach, and salty tides too,
Now bone-white, mere skeletons of trees,
Green no more – but see how they reach!
They speak like prophets in dialogue
even in the wilderness, even in the barrenness,
a prayer heard, that cannot fail.
Hab 3:16 I hear, and my body trembles; at the sound, my lips quiver. Decay invades my bones, my legs tremble beneath me. I await the day of distress that will come upon the people who attack us. Hab 3:17 For though the fig tree blossom not nor fruit be on the vines, Though the yield of the olive fail and the terraces produce no nourishment, Though the flocks disappear from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, Hab 3:18 Yet will I rejoice in the LORD and exult in my saving God. Hab 3:19 GOD, my Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet swift as those of hinds and enables me to go upon the heights.