A desert

She walks steadily towards the fire,

Conversing with her fallen soul,

Trying to redeem herself before she approaches the holiness:

 

I carry you in my tired heart.

Your yoke Lord, is lighter than the chaos I keep.

 

Guide your child through the parched soils,

Irrigate the deserts she must tread.

And be the hope of her heart.

Wherever you may lead her.

 

It’s a lonely journey,

Pursuing unseen things,

Swimming against the world’s tides,

Praying in the busy-ness

Drawing a seeming wish list…

 

You have put a void in my heart.

Have put me in the lowest pit…

I cry, I toil against fiends everyday...a somewhat recurring defeat(s).
 

‘’but If Christ’s kingdom may thereby be advanced in me.

Then may your will  be done’’