I’m in a mood – need solitude
I walk to the desert in sandals
leaving the city behind
in a bridge of candles.
I see the Master, vision at night
as candles grow dim and die.
there in the desert a man in white
Sandalled feet, drawing nigh.
I talk about the daily grind
we walk the dunes in lunar light
Master calms my frazzled mind
in stillness at night.
I lock my arm in his.
We walk. Two footpaths down a dune.
He whispers words of wisdom
Breathing life into my ruin.
I’m learning to walk in the Master’s dust
a healthy, stealthy pace.
In a frenzied world I’m learning to trust
In dangers I face.
My spirit drifts away like ash
into the vastness of the universe
the earth gives off a broad new flash
a cosmic burst
We walk in the desert,
talk in the night.
Has it ever
Happened to you?
Written January 8, 2010, following a sermon “Learning to Walk in the Dust of the Master” by Reverend Joel King, Lincoln Glen Church, San Jose, California
The poem was read by Craig Bosco and set to music by John Armendariz for presentation on the big screen at Lincoln Glen Church Sunday, March 7, 2010. The words were white on black, floating phrase by phrase from top to bottom, from sky above to desert below, as it were.