“Who can take away suffering without entering it? It is an illusion to think that a person can be led out of the desert by someone who has never been there!”
― Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Wounded Healer

In desert silence where form shuts down,
and sands move me
to higher ground.
Alone I search pellucid horizons
for rescue,
and no one comes.

But in the stillness of celestial presence,
where stars encrust
the radiant skies,
I hear a voice gently speak,
to bid me wait
for wounded healers,
sojourners of this desert landscape.

In divine moment,
faith sounds like intervention,
the breath of life revives
my waning substance.

And on the sacred ground
that is my life,
I’m tempered by love,
awakened to destiny,
and all this time
it’s grace
that guides me back
to the place called home….

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