Hope Where None Occurs

The land for miles is covered with the
self proclaimed Salt of the earth.
A tear falls in despair, as I realize,
the Salt has choked the land.

Nothing can grow, nor would dare
for the pain of it.

As the land rolls by, no hope is in site ,
only the glare form the white dead floor.
Relief seems a distant fantasy, like the
Mirages floating the mountains on the distance

then in resilience a tree, an evergreen
suddenly appears in my view.
Surrounded by Salt, and death,
it stands proud, as a beacon to all.

then I see it, like Moses' Tabernacle,
it is held in place with Stakes, and Cords.

is it less powerfully now, less hopeful simply
because the root are left in a distant hill,
Body detached from Life giving source,
and it only anchor seems man made?

NO- this tree can be my only hope,
my only solace.
Someone worked to leave it for me,
and I am now employed to reach its shade.

I cannot believe that this edifice
is not meant for me,
that it is not a sign leading me to
a brighter land where life is in abundance,
where I can quench my longing, and live in
peace.