Sunday, June 21, 2009


So I walk in the wilderness,
feet covered in the dust of the generations who have gone before.

Heart pounding in the heat of this desert,
the restlessness and regret within it my constant companions.

Thirsty for the solace of Your voice,
I drink from my memory until I am swimming in hope.

Faith to wait for the quails and the manna
and the Promise of a Land to come.

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