Enter the desert
Enter the desert a
wanderer,
uncharted among the
dunes,
under the stars;
shaped by pressures
only hinted at,
half-guessed,
gestured toward;
suitable to your nature,
without respite,
witness or glamour –
to be a lover is to
go it alone.
Swaying upon the
bridge, the temptress sings;
the sculptor at the
monolith, hewing away.
Caught up in a
terrible game of words,
the poet grapples
for whatever
endurable term
might bare
a slice of the
loneliness
that constitutes a
human heart.
Hewing away at it alone –
that’s what we are
and the truth of that
is the truth of God
to be elaborated
upon,
the one and only
Truth – God alone exists.
O child of God,
brave the lonely perils;
seek the truth of
the One and Only.
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