Desert Man

These desolate dry, barren lands
These forsaken, underestimated lands
How much blood has been spilled here
How many blind swings thrust here
This man doesn’t know his own name
This man, cannot place one name
The sun beats down and no moisture rises
This is an empty space, there are no horizons
She is standing there, she will take you to the water
She is standing there, she will; even though you haunt her

These lands, they tread heavily
These lands, they pull at your legs, you go slowly
Which direction will this battle rage on
Which decision does this victory rest on
This man he is a rock, a stone, he is silent
This man, though he sits so still, he is violent
In this place there is a body of water, it’s the only one there
There are no birds, the sky looks down with a blank stare
She does not move, she is watching, she will hold you
She does not move, she doesn’t know, if she is bold too

These lands, they are singing, they are a chorus
These lands, they will take you in, they are porous
Why can’t the end be known to this story
Why where they brought here, was it all for God’s glory
This man, he is just a man, he can’t save himself
This man, he can live, but he can’t see himself
He steps in, and the water, it surrounds him
He is sitting there, he thinks nothing can be found that will move him
She came close, she knelt down and she holds you
She came close; she wrapped her arms around
And she holds you


This poem is kind of a song and story about a dream that God gave me. I feel "cooky" saying so, but it's the truth. The full meaning of the dream is still unfolding. Basically, I am the girl in the poem that is leading the desert man into the water and then holding him once he's there, and this is a metaphor for my being a guide/helper to a person(or people) on his(their) journey to Christ. I think there's more to it. I'm still asking God about it.