THE WILDERNESS

Does thought seem like a desert place,A barren, hopeless, wasted spaceWhere nothing grows?Remember Hagar,Grieving,Believing that her child must die,While all the time the water was close by.Take heart,Therefore;Eternal Love is waiting there to blessAnd spread a table for you in the wilderness.

Muriel Ashley Lund

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