In Exile Poem by Vonda Overlie

My heart yearns for my homeland when my spirit felt young and free.
Living in exile in the desert, I thirst.

Shallow breaths taken further and further apart.A shell left dying.

Looking back I remember all the closeness and wonder shared.
Now, stripped and beaten and left for dead.


Dry bones, Dry bones can you live?
Dead in body, yet in spirit I am alive.

I lay awiting the latter rains, remembering your promises.

My spirit hears your voice.
Spirit to spirit, commanding me to live.

Then the Dawn kisses me awake reminding me of hope.