Here in the bright sun
With the hot wind at day
And the cold wind at night
With the sand
And the snakes,
Here the harshness speaks volumes
Speaks words we would never want to say
Speaks of our hearts and to our hearts
And here (in this wilderness)
Is the voice of God.
Let my heart be still
And let the words ring clear
Whether a whisper or a shout
From a friend
or an enemy
Let me listen in this place
and let what is spoken
sit in my bones
and may my mind and heart understand
What my soul has already learned.
We have all been many places
even if we never leave home
and what we look for
this is not inside of ourselves.
4 thoughts on “Travels”
Really love this…..and your site. Will visit more often!
I am so glad to have you here. Cheers.
(whisper) here, I bring to you a canteen full of cold water for the wilderness…water is important for these time of travels. 🙂 I like your poetry. Thank you.
As we both know words really can be water in the wilderness. Thank you so much.