JARUDET THE WIDJIWAT'S PRAYER

"I walk through the heat. I choke on the dust.
The sun drops like bricks through wilting trees,
Falling on me and the brittle crust.
The land is exposed. There is no breeze.
Everything breathlessly waits for the rain.

I long to walk through a soggy place.
A shady place where water flows.
Where mist in the air dampens my face
And dew on the grass- my clothes.
Lord, take us to that place again."