Desert suns
sear the future,
Too hot
life stands on shifting sands
Too sharp
heat binds the lungs,
Yet a coldness somehow
cloys the heart,
Where can I be that life is found?
How will I do more than survive?

A mirage shimmers
Life just seems fake.

Cracked lips
cry out ,
"Where are you God?"

In faith
seeing nothing
I stumble another step
I scrabble over
endless tops,
the next sand ridge
pours through
my sun seared encrusted fingers
and another image appears
is the real - fake
or the fake - real?

I stumble, sliding
down rivers of sand time
towards the green,
metamorphosing tree outlines,
an oasis,
a whole world's tip
like an iceberg of life
from underneath
this scorched world I am in.

How did I not know
God was in the desert?
A deep pool, cool, powerful life
Underground
There all the time
Water, bubbling, gushing
Extreme.

Through eyes half blind
I see water flowing to the surface,
singing to my soul,
Surrounding, penetrating
so real,
green life afresh.

A call
to drink deep,
to know an intimacy
of Christ in me,
A depth of love.
Refreshed.
Released.