on the
edge of the
wasteland
I hear singing,
a still voice
begging me to enter….
I do not fear,
for I know,
a sure as
deep calls to deep,
that beneath
these desert
sands new life
stirs and springs
unstoppable!
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Unstoppable
the Spirit yearns, and
rivers flow
silently,
work powerfully
awakening my roots
to push down,
to draw
upon this life
giving source….
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At the edge
of the wasteland
I hear singing,
a song of hope,
a promise
that
the wasteland will be
wasteland no more
Eternal footsteps 