Desert trek

"Come to the desert,"
Said a friend to me.
"We'll do some art,
Paint the scenery."

"To the desert," I gasped.
"But I'm afraid
Of the blazing sun.
I keep to the shade."

" 'Beneath the shadow
of His mighty wing'Mary Baker Eddy, "Mother's Evening Prayer," Poems.
You will always be.
Just trust in Him."

"But it's far too small—
Your tiny car—
I'm told we'll need
A four by four,

And two weeks being cramped
In a car or tent
As we trek across
The continent?"

"Go," said the Father.
"And pray for grace
Midst the gleaming sands
And the endless space."

Tired of the fight,
I went along.
And what do you know?
He wasn't wrong.

There were stars by night,
And clouds by day,
And His love to lead us
Along the way.

Mile after mile,
We were filled with awe
At the glorious splendor
That we saw.

"And what of the art?"
Friends keep asking me.
"Why, it's here in my heart
For eternity."

Valerie Janet Sperryn

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