A poem for this season of Lent…
Your love is the desert
Where this dry, piercing heat
Consumes every ounce of moisture in my bones
Until they cry out, parched, for You
like the relief of water to the desperate.
Your longing for me is this desert
Where the burning, relentless winds
Empty me of everything
Until I have room to receive You,
Like the solace of the coolness in the evening.