Valley of Achor
desert of trouble
buried in rubble
pull me out
pull me up
away from the wild
well watered
away from the war
well waged
away from the wind
protected and planted
stable and strong
no longer lost
tossed
blown or thrown
rooted and ready
secure and steady
take what I have
hold my hand
lead me out
lead me up
where light beams
down
down
on the door