Poem: Exodus

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.

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

Tom