Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Poem: Exodus


The desert, dry
with a heat that drains
the water of life
out of our souls,

is not a place to dwell,
but a journeying place,
a hell temporary
and passing.

so fix your eyes
not on the sand around you,
but on the distant oasis.
Prepare your soul
for the clear spring water
that awaits.


The picture is of the Grand Canyon. You can click on it for a larger version.


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