The morning sun sparks in the east
The salty sand dry and crisp
Already warm as I walk across the breach
And whisps of smoke skip
From fires liong lit
The first step of many
And many steps becomes a mantra
The day hard as it is long
And longed for rest among the throng
As we travel along
Alone or in a crowd
The loss is felt
As if home was not ours
And the hours and days away from
All that we knew which has now gone
So our journey is longing
And believing
That wholeness awaits
And the eternal city
Will open it's gates
To a wandering son
The Earth beneath the blade
Is blood soaked soil
Unyielding to toil
Red as the setting sun
Parched valley of bitter dreams
Yet each promise I hear
Rings in my ear
So i cut deeper and find hope springs
The torrent rises
To meet my tears
Uncertain future
Broken past
To be with you at last
Is all my joy
The fruit of loves labour
adorns this wilderness path.
Joe Morriiss
October 2018
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