in the desert

I really love this poem, the feel of it is awesome. I took the liberty of playing with it a little (hope you don't mind). I got rid of the pucntuation and a few extraneous words that seemed to be in the way. I also transposed some of the wording. So, here goes;

he came
out of the ground
when no one wanted

things to be
different
there would be
duties
rites
obligations

where once
had been only
loving one another
healing the sick

turning words
into beautiful living things
that none could help but
fall in love with

so they ran away
and hid
when the stone was turned

----- LIFE: I messed up, can I have a 'do over'?