This is my life…more valleys
than peaks, but mostly
flat…a barren desert, the
occasional oasis seemingly
unable to sustain life, yet I
live on. I brought myself
here from the green land
of new life and hope,
following crooked paths
chasing mirages that
cannot deliver what they
promise. I feel the burning
heat, but the fires of Hell
itself cannot melt the ice in
my heart. I am traveling
toward the distant
mountain where I might
find rest with my Lord, but
I often lose site of it and
wander aimlessly as time
slips away. If I meet a
fellow traveler, I offer to
show the way and give of