ALL GOD NEEDED

It’s been a month since my visit to the desert.
Time to put my heart back in my chest
after rolling it around in the sand and clay.
Desperate to heal old wounds,
to fill cracks and holes where
dry days cause the aches some folks call life.
Sometimes it’s hard to play along
as if the world was kind and soft
and hearts were not so easily broken.
Other days my heart is shaped
by a young child’s smile
as he leans over to drink
from a fountain and gets a face
full of water.
Water, clay, and a sense of humor,
was all God needed to make life complete.