Dry

In periods of drought, of dryness, I ask
If this ship can sustain the wreck
The hunger and longing for horizon, my task
Without joy, I drink a wine too sec
And gaze with sadness at the day's beginning
And Lady Luna's silent departure
And pray to heaven I will not be sinning
That my hands will be clean, and my heart pure
In periods of dryness, I ask, sweet Mary
That your Son will lead me whenever I tarry




God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey