Dry and dusty, parched and pale
The heart shrinks from a life, selfish and stale.
For the quickest way to a long slow death
Is living without hope and love's sweet breath
No horizons expanded if Self be not bound
Just despair and drudgery is all to be found.
No clear purpose seen, from the Creator in Chief
Just monotonous minutes taken by the Thief.
How long does one wander in the desert of days?
Where loneliness paints its forlorn glaze.
When the colorless bland fills the eyes
There the monochrome mind withers and dies.
I try looking for things to quench the thirst
I long for my heart to beat and burst!
Like in memories from days long ago past
Where warmth from love’s promise was wildly cast.
I try living in prayer and giving praise
In hopes that color will drown the grays.
To look out of myself and care for another
Maybe it’s the giving of love that will my despair smother.
For with each selfless thought I think
Drips living water for my soul to drink.
Saturating this listless life of desolation
Saving my heart from utter starvation.
For we are not meant to live without dreams
Nor be brittle and dull, but be radiant beams!
The desert heart is no place to dwell
Give endless love and ride the swell!
~drbrandt 2/18