The Desert in My Heart


I have lingered in my own, inner desert

Clinging to dried up habits.

This dry soil has been my home.

I saw little growth or change.

Yet I yearned for the rain of Mercy

To soak the hard crust of fear,

To awaken my writers soul.

The seeds of thought germinate.

Assimilated emotions, reflections,

Connected quotes and philosophy


Words  sprout

Grow  into stories

The creative process is subconscious

Energized by the Spirit

I am coming back to life

Through the flow of words

Sheltered under Gabriel’s wings

Freedom to flow

In the Word

With the Word

Through the Word



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