Laura

You cast your heart into the desert
Blistered hands and burning feet
Though you ache, you are not aching
You are a daughter of this heat

Skies fade and you sit waiting
Evergreen like the Joshua Tree
At first light, you dig your heels in
You rest only on one knee

Your strength twisted and braided
Into every fiber of your rope
You quench your thirst with internal springs
Of everlasting hope

Every disappointment, every loss
Sinks beneath your skin
You do not realize, you are healing
Your love forms Pearls deep within

Artisan, it is time
Look around, your land has grown
Oh Queen of our Kingdom!
Take your place upon the Throne!