Dessert winds blew sand on my face
Oasis has dried not a drop to drink
My babe's cry of hunger hung on dried breast
He has come with a sack,
Camel milk and some meat
bless this food
say it fit to eat.
Written on Monday, 28th January, 2013 with the hope that we shall dare to examine 'the why' of the many things we 'see'.