On Shifting Sands
On shifting sands I stand,
trudging ‘cross this desert land,
heart bulging in my chest,
wondering what will be left.
Sun beating down upon my brow,
supposing God has left for now,
one foot I place before the other—
no other choice given by another.
Mirages here and there between—
promising much but sight unseen,
halting and huffing to be blessed,
I pursue them nonetheless.
Then a calm I’ve never sewn,
swooping in from worlds unknown,
takes rest within my heart,
and offers me a novel start.

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