Desert Prayer

praise God
because He has taught me quietly
that the love for the maker of the universe
is not like that of a fickle flame
prone to leap high, high then
quench at the merest tease of a summer wind
no it resides
in the desert of a broken heart
with tired eyes and a paper of a voice
saying, "I need you"
and "Father, I seek You"
you see this love is not a feeling
because even when you are feeling
like all hope is gone, it pulls you
and brushes you and
holds you
until you find His hand again
He's taught me to walk beside Him
not fly, not leap, not conquer the braving waves
but simply walk. in quiet, muffled days, fever
distortion
until God, like a magnificent eagle
takes you to soar the wild skies