“I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune,
sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams…”
There is nothing fancy about the desert. The desert I know is not a place where the moon glows amid the purple sky. The desert I know is an endless sea, parched and dried up– a desolate place where no sojourners dare to go.
It recurs– I pass by this desert, not on my my free will, but a part of a natural cycle of existence. It is barren, a life in exile.
A spiritual leader said the desert is a place of major significance. The desert teaches us something….
I think I know….
I learned that it is in my nothingness, I come to know the stuff I am made of. In my barrenness and nakedness, I see the strength of character building in me– humility, grace, surrender.
The desert taught me to wait; and as long as there is air filling my lungs each morning wake, the desert is a sacred place, a place where I learned to hope, and believe that hope will never fail.
- At the edge of a desert – 2 (peacefulrestlessness.com)
- Treasures of the desert (samandthedunes.com)
- Into the desert (mum6kids.wordpress.com)
- The Purpose of the Desert (wdednh.wordpress.com)