In the desert places
of my soul,
and in the whispers
of the night
I need you,
I need your words
of peace,
to soothe the turmoil
churning within,
the voice ( often mine)
telling me that I am unworthy,
or worse, worthless.
that I am unloved and unlovely….
out in the desert places of my soul
I wander,
and the night-time voices
whisper on into the day….
if I came out of hiding,
and faced them,
would you stand with me here,
and speak your words of peace,
that the storm within me
might be stilled?
