Wednesday, June 01, 2005
I used to live in Abilene, TX. It is a dry and hot place. I didn't like it from a climate and geography perspective (I LOVED the people I met there).
I dug up this poem I wrote (I don't know when) and it reminded me of the Spring wild flowers that were so beautiful there.
There is something about finding beauty in the desert that reminds me of God.
Oh the unquenchable Divine,
And how Love does not discriminate,
Like Air for all people;
Like Rain for all people.
Hope, then springs forth,
From unexpected places,
And Beautifies its dirty patch,
For the Desert cannot hold
Back Spring’s color.
Beauty, even in the Desert,
Ever so defined, in the Desert.