This poem was inspired by a recent blog I posted that shares about my journey and where I’m at now in the journey of faith. Read that then read this, sometimes there are only things that only poetry can explain.
The blue desert is unyielding and never fair. Wind – the deserts breath whisps around us, drawing us nearer to death.
Our mouths are dry from speaking destruction, our throats are rough from vomiting and gaging chaos into the world.
Yet we thirst for our Oasis in the world’s strange blue desert. Somewhere safe, abundant, flourishing and satisfying.
Our Oasis is there waiting for us to drink from Him. Pleading for us to rest in Him and to invite others to find Him.
Walk wanderer walk and you will find life everlasting.
Scribbling Theology: 