In the midst of daily struggle it's easy to forget the blessings of the past, overlook the small joys of today and lose sight of the hope for the future. Stopping to look at all three.

The One

When an empty room can't put the soul at peace

When the company of people cannot grant release

When nature has not yet burst forth with life

In order that a solitary soul may yet to strength revive

When dancing drink will not permit the thoughts to leave

When sleep escapes on wings of doubtful grief

When nothing changes as it was expected to

There is only One, the One always worth turning to.

That One can put my soul to rest

His hand protects and shelters as can no-one else

His love makes me forget my fears

His comfort wipes away all tears.

Tree Of Hope

Hope springs up like the seedling of a tree

Fragile at birth almost ignored for many years

Until now it has grown into a mighty force

Mostly unnoticed and over hard stretches of thirst

Hope long deferred makes my bones so dry

I dig at the roots and removed it, I try

But the tree smiles at me with his gentle shade

And my tears fall like a river at it's mighty feet

At the river we were planted yet we both are dry

And the many gnarled branches reach like arms into the sky

This Hope is such a terrible and living thing

And even in despair it makes my soul to sing.

The Sands Of The Desert

The sands of the desert are crying for rain
Let their voices not vanish in vain.
Scorched by the sun
Driven by wind
Cast against rocks and
Cold in darkness of night.
Under lonely skies
Scattered abroad far away
So as if not to be gathered again
Yet the sands of the desert are crying for rain
To be gathered together
And established as one
Let the desert be flooded with blossoms, oh Lord.
Let the sands turn to soil and bring fruit.

For The Love of Deserts

For The Love of Water

Late October Evening on the Lake

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