Bountiful Bohdi Trees

I fast in dismal desert
Plains. Planes spanning
Forty days time.
Trying trek, scanning
Heavenly horizons for signs
To steer my gracious will
Toward oases of Eden.
Desires endeavor to prune wilt
And rot from seven
Precious roses rooted behind
Bountiful Bohdi trees.
Divine stalks shall be revived.
From beneath Harvest Moonlight
Golden buds will blossom,
Bask in wise sunshine.

Author's Note

Written in 2014