Walking Out Of The Desert Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Slowly walking out of the desert,
As the new dawn calls out to meet the dusk.
My journey, a ritual, poor choices, maybe destiny,
Riding the wind on each gust.

Meager spirituality and personal growth,
Yet now, or not yet?
Exposed to nurturing sunlight,
Two steps forward, then three steps back.
Appearing only in the darkness, the why of I,
Always losing the fight.

So, I'm walking out of the desert!

Contemplating a meaningfull existence,
I discovered the who of am I?
Progress only in sheer darkness,
Not in the heavenly light!

So, I'm walking out of the desert!

O' soul, my eternal restless soul,
Cast aside for a moments chime.
Let me once mount my tempest,
For the first and very last time.

So, I'm walking out of the desert!

Grant my pinnacle, abide my search,
Lay bare to me my earthly perch.
Reveal not visions of Pharos and wealth,
Only define my mind and museful self.

So, I'm walking out of the desert.

Reveal a glimpse of my destiny,
Summon to me my fate, with care.
Let me never forget where I've been and going,
And never once, forget this heavenly prayer.

As I am, walking out of the desert.