in the desert
I meet him,
far from the comfort
and securities
that cushion my
life, and cover
my soul rendering
it mute,
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here in the desert
I am stripped
of defense and
pretense as his eyes
search my heart,
but even this
is a look of love
as he takes my hand
and asks
me
"what do you want?"
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what do I want?
I find myself stumbling
over answers,
searching and seeking
for the one
that will
fit, be acceptable,
correct
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gently he stops me,
"what do you want?"
he repeats,
and I am undone
as I fall to my knees
and pray
with groans
as the Spirit comes
giving voice
to my deepest prayer...
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