The Internal Desert - Poem by James Tipp
I have never been in a desert,
My world is a green and pleasant land.
Yet emptiness and desolation are companions.
The desert is where I find myself alone,
Cut of from the normal ebb and flow of life.
The grass is as green, the views no different
Yet I am in a desert that is unseen, internal.
Is God outside this isolation and emptiness?
Is this a testing of Lenten proportions for me?
It is when I wander aimlessly in my own world
That I fail, I fail to recognise, that God is there.
Ever present wanting to bring comfort and healing
If I will only let him in and know his love.
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