sand dwellers

When I first sought the desert, I sought solitude.  Space to find God, space to breath.

There was peace in the thought of a space free from demands — an imagined interior space of sand dunes rolling into infinity, light dancing on the wind.

But now, I find the emptiness is deceptive.  A thousand possibilities are nested in the sand, ready to thrive on the slightest offering of water.

All around, tough little plants emerge:  sharp, and hard at first, but then flowering in fragile beauty.

Sometimes the cry to repentance is still heard, a thorn uncovered unexpectedly.  But more often the rumours of hope drift on the wind, offering the freedom to live.

3 thoughts on “sand dwellers

  1. such imagery! thanks. I love to envision my soul going from the dust/sand of life to the beauty of the flowers encircling me!

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