Enter the desert

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.