Message In Stanza

Poetry and Musings

The trials of life can come in small spurts

Wielding your personal beliefs about yourself

You notice your roomy oasis’s turning to barren deserts

Sometimes you look of pools of liquid

But what do you find?

Suitcases of addictions, briefcases of grief

Satchels of fear and bags of disbelief

 

You carry these possessions through this arid landscape

Hoping to yield some sort of fruit

It’s a disgraceful pursuit

You would give anything to dream again

But the horrendous voices tell you will stay here

 

As you continue to walk this terrain

You find a package that says, “Please open”

Different things go through your brain

As you see who it is signed by

No other than God Himself

You rip open the gift

And it’s like the planets made a big shift

Inside this box could be anything

A glimmer of hope

Something fit for a queen or king

The Bible says we are royalty

The joy of the redeemed will be glad in the desert as the wilderness will blossom

© Carly Wiggins 2017

(“The joy of the redeemed will be glad in the desert as the wilderness will blossom” inspired by Isaiah 35:1.) 

 

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