Streams in the desert🌵 (Blog #1) 🐫 🌵

The foundation is weak seeking its own level
Rusty pipes leak
Decades of neglect has had its
effects It is full and ready to blow and has no
capacity to hold more I am hesitant to go in
but that’s not strange I left long ago it was too
much for me I split in two leaving my child
behind But she followed me in my thoughts in my
dreams I could hear her cry In my nightmares she
would scream
With such weight beams crumble A soft glow of
orange erupts into red
tongues of fire consuming the rooms until nothing remains

A few childhood remembrances survive –

A sole of a shoe that once held my foot now
covered in soot My pink dress smoldering in
cinders A doll looking injured with charred
eyes and lips Her hair on edge with scars on
her head A book with singed ruffled edges

opened to a nursery rhyme –
‘And they all fell down’
I am astounded Walking through the
rubble I see the trouble the neglect of this house has caused

This house had been my body the attic my

thoughts I really didn’t want to leave I did
not know what else to do if I had stayed I would have lost my mind

My wilderness home now sits midst ashes and dust Little did I know – In my parched land “Water will gush forth in the wilderness and streams in the desert”

Isaiah Chapter 35:6,7