An original poem

When you’re at the end of your rope, when it seems like nothing is working out and your mouth longs for a sip of hope and your soul needs a bath of encouragement, that’s when the Creator shows up most mightily.

The oasis in the desert.

A sliver of light in the darkest place.

He comes the way only he can. To set us free, set our hearts dancing, our lives ablaze.

I don’t know why he allows us to enter the desert in the first place, but certainly the drink from his well is much, much sweeter when we are parched.

[Photo by Mackenzie Shirk]