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