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Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Sunday, June 24, 2012

Life in the desert

It stretches out forever
Empty and stark
Rocks and sagebrush
Little more

It is a great emptiness
And that emptiness resonates
And you realize
There is not enough out there
To fill or satisfy

In the desert you dry up
You starve
Sometimes slowly
And sometimes
In the heat of trial, quickly

Becoming shriveled

We do not get to escape the desert
It is there
And we must go through the desert
To get to that new place
God has in mind

We are tempted to believe that we wander the desert alone
And there are times that desert solitude comforts
But we soon know
That we cannot make it
Through the desert
Out of the desert
Alone

But God is
But God is there
But God is there and
Brings forth water and manna

From the emptiness that is our soul
From the hard rock is our heart

And so we take another step
And wander yet another day
Seeing beauty in desert
In the rock
The sage

Wandering with God

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