I was a poet way before I was a blogger…so how about some poetry for you lovely people?
In The Wilderness
In the wilderness
begins my walk across the baked earthen floor.
The sun’s gaze was so much greater
with no tree or building to hide me;
the ground has not had rain
and is as parched as my soul;
Even the hungry wind barely carries
the meager dust and pollen from
desert flowers, somewhere in the distance.
Somewhere in the distance
I can see some desert flora
hiding in the heat waving on the ground.
It seems, the dry yet fertile land around me
holds many seeds, but they lay in a
under my feet
until they find the grace
in the clouds.
There is no harvest.
I can barely scrape
a handful of dirt in my hands.
There are cloudless skies.
There is no rain.
There are no shadows under which to hide.
There are no shadows under the sun,
no where to escape, no hiding place I can see.
In the middle of the desert,
I have found myself.
My heart is searching for something
incredible; and yet, I have walked into
the barren land which can’t even grow shadows.
My mind feels lost, being so exposed.
Yet this rouge shape that sits on the horizon
compels me to continue.
I am compelled to continue,
because if I sit, I will be lost in the wilderness
for the eternity of my soul. But this blush of hope on the horizon
beckons me with such burning intrigue
I can only heed its call.
When I reach the plant, nay a foot high in person
I tower over its beauty,
which called to me from across the entire desert.
This prickled desert rose, such an unusual presence in a
place of barren thoughts;
Her purpose was not to be beautiful unto herself,
but to use the barren land around her
to show the enormous beauty
God could fit
into something so small.