Wandering

It is a place of dryness

there is nothing

nothing

as far as i can see

it is a place

this desert

to wander

there is an odd comfort

in this emptiness

but also fear

fear that I will always wander

and that I will never again

find home

that I will forever be

homesick

separated from the One

from the presence

that gives me life

I feel naked

weak

and so the voice of the tempter comes

offering me

a way out of this wasteland

there is no need to wander

no need to go through

the search

the struggle

I am tempted to believe

that solutions

that are not solutions

will get me to the promised land

that there is a way

I can get there on my own

that I can medicate my way

control my way

manipulate my way

to where I want to go

when really it is the journey through the desert

where I struggle alone

but not alone

merely alone with God

and learn to trust
that still small voice within
that is the sacred
the Spirit

that gets me 

home