A re-write of this:
We set out for our Edens;
we thought we knew the way,
but shimmers in the distance
have tempted us to stray.
Still, Lord, we were insistent
that you would bless our days:
We dug these broken cisterns,
then knelt and prayed for rain.
You opened up the heavens,
poured water through our hands,
but all that we collected
ran off into the sands.
We thought that you would bless us
and sanctify our plans,
but, God, our wells are empty,
and thirsty still we stand.
But you know well the desert--
through forty days and nights
you let yourself be tempted.
You know our tears and sighs.
And you have felt our yearnings,
our hungers and our drives--
then may we feel your mercy.
O Mercy, hear our cry!
Take all our broken cisterns
and make them sound and whole.
Our locust-eaten vistas
in you can be restored.
Our empty wells transfigure;
redeem our hungry souls
to hold the good you've given:
Pour out your grace once more!
