You sure know how to bring all poetic elements together, how to make the quintessential rhythm of a thing work!
I hope he's better now, and all's well in your home.
Love and prayers,
Christine

What a journey: endless, exhausting, somewhere between a legendary walk and a real experience that sticks to one's skin. Love the way you played with words, meanings, cascading metaphors. A heartfelt prayer appears in the middle of the desert and it's such a soothing voice!

Lots of love to you and your family...

Axilea

Brilliant petition and heart-rending mother's journey as well, Charlie. Love and many prayers for healing: reminds me muchly of the extended fever I experienced over the hottest summer here in the UK in 1990 - six weeks peaking 103-4 degrees! Delerium with worry and anxiety as much as illness but still the soul drinks deeply of the wells of faith. These stanzas are quite, quite beautiful:

Dear God,
Give Thou my son oases—
A palm
A balm
A shaded cairn

A sacred hand
An holy blessing—
Slighter beasts,
Lighter feet
Dear God,
Make Thou this sojourn fleet

Exceptional, Charlie! Scares me to death..

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

love the metaphor... sad to hear that M is not feeling so well... hopefully he is feeling better now. :)
Love ya,
Crys...

I assume you are writing about a fever based on the comment. If so, an excellent metaphor.

Ron

The metahphorical poetry of this one is so well done...excellant.
fee

I hope your son feels better soon, Charlie; prayers! Well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :(

Charlie, God Bless Your Son!

Always,
Deborah

Interesting colloquy. Pretty high on the thermometer scale.