Secret in the Sand

We're all trooping around this desert,
looking for some kind of miracle..to lift us away.
And maybe it's the haze,
maybe it's the weight of the repetitive days,
that slows us down...
I don't know where this faint wind is taking us,
nor how many more miles to go

But I know, that the living water ain't no illusion-
and I know, this bright blue in the sky ain't no hallucination

Stop and sweat a smile to the lost tumbleweed
because though its footsteps are as unpredictable as ours

Sometimes we can cry-
and feel the blisters prick with fury at our feet

But sometimes we can hope-
and curiously watch soft faith stretch its delicate wings

We are not a lost people, tumbling to the depths of forever in the sand
No. We are moving, changing, breathing spirits
With every storm coordinated, and every footstep foreseen

So though the desert traps you like an endless maze
start, continue, even fall-- knowing that
meaning so tremendous quivers the very particles of sand beneath you
waiting for you to open your eyes, and discover it.