There are times in our life
when we find ourselves
wandering in a wilderness,
in a harsh and thirsty land,
in a vast and dreadful desert
where “ venomous snakes
and scorpions thrive.”
And in this wilderness, in this
desert, in this waterless land,
where we are stranded
we wonder if God is passing by.
And yet the howling of winds,
this mighty storm that blows
us away from where we stand,
this scorching heat of the sun
which blinds the retina in our eyes,
still speak to the depths in our heart
that God is there even in this wasteland.
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Thanks, dear GAJANAN, for leaving a positive response. May adversity come and go without killing the ray of hope in our hearts.