 Plunge your hand in the sand
of this desert you've been walking in. Sit down and rest awhile. Right here in this dusty expanse clothing you in gritty sackcloth. Right now though there are still miles you could roam and just as many mirages of hope. What do you make of your lack of thirst and abundance of tears? Sit down and rest awhile. Plunge your hand in the sand. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper still. Til your fingers sink into rich, black soil. Linger in the loam. Close your eyes, listening as you let your fingertips loll in life's birth blanket. Find the seeds placed in your pocket waiting to be planted by your dirty hand, waiting to be watered in this wasteland, waiting to grow once you've moved on. Comments are closed.
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AuthorKasey is a scarf, ball and club juggling spiritual director just outside of Nashville, TN. Play helps her Type-A, Enneagram 1 personality relax, creating space for poetry and other words to emerge. She also likes playing with theological ideas like perichoresis, and all the ways we're invited into this Triune dance. Archives
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