where do you go to get out of this place?
the sand expanding to all horizons
back again, i didn’t miss this
a desolate place
how do you keep seeking and hoping on and on
the thirst is expanding through my soul
hope tumbles, so we go again
a haunted place
‘what loaves do you have?’ a glimpse of his heart
not forgotten, not abandoned, not hated
out of the comfort zone, room to grow
a sacred space
why did i think i was alone, a sense of his presence
more than feeling, a simple trust in compassion
it’s not wasted, never is, never will be
this holy place
Dan Everett 