Desert Faith


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    Desert Faith

    Desert Faith

    I came to this desert this empty barren place
    The sun upon my face,
    Sand scratches between my naked toes
    As I wander my thoughts wander, the journey grows.

    I thirst, oh how I thirst, skin dry, cracks upon my lip.
    How I beg for a little faith, just a little sip
    There is nought but the sun and sand
    Left alone with my thoughts alone in this arid land

    Delirious I converse in my head
    Me, myself and I, surely this is the watershed
    Talking to myself, my inner me
    Having travelled so far into this land I barely see

    As I mutter, dragging my pitiful soul, a stumble I do fell
    Surely this isn’t it, I didn’t come here to find hell?
    Despair takes hold. Hope; is there none to be had?
    I dared to tread this land, am I to be mad?

    Sanity questioned, blue-sky breeze unfurls drought
    Clouds clear, gone is the doubt
    Rising from knees, shaking off the sand
    A warm glow, I am taken by the hand

    Guided by the hand, filled I am with joy
    My Father leads me like a boy
    Taken from this arid land that is my mind
    I discovered God was always there; it was my faith hard to find.

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    keenperception commented on Desert Faith


    I invite you to enter my mind, my heart and soul! Together we two can form a union place, holding onto greater things; climbing hi above the clouds toward his face; the (son) sun who hath come to play and inter in his gates so wide! Our love is strong and will lead the race onward toward his mighty grace!

    imaangel commented on Desert Faith


    Hi, I read your poem and I have to say it is very nice.I sure hope you read mine also.Hope to chat w/ you sometime. imaangel

    am2anangel commented on Desert Faith


    very impressive once again your words are a visual pleasure for the eye. this reminded me of a saying I once heard; "If you don't feel as close to God, as you once did, guess who moved?"

    lightcourier commented on Desert Faith


    Nice poem. Liked the meter.

    graceladymn commented on Desert Faith


    Nice viewpoint of the turning point which we go through many times in season.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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