Desert Traipse

BY TERESA BLAES ON JUNE 27, 2017  Originally plublished on http://teresablaes.com/writings

There you were, always shifting

Guess I always thought that you would be there.

But I did not realize that you were slipping away,

Not till I awoke to discover it was too late.

I remember it like yesterday,

The day I went under the knife,

The Doc swore he’d do all he could,

To restore my temporal sight.

But in that moment time stood still.

With pokes and prods I learned heaven’s will.

Too much scarring I heard him say,

And then a temporal cadaver remained

Everything I thought once mattered

My faith once strong, now shredded and shattered.

Years I traipsed through that desert waste.

Heaven was to blame

Went to the church when it was expected

Only to retreat, his message rejected.

Yet even still an ember remained ,

and if I listened I’d hear his whisper.

Slowly the ember brightened to a spark.

Death transformed to life inside my heart.

I still lack temporal vision,

But with ears wide open I’ve begun to listen.

Eternity is just a breath away,

And on that day I will see the face,

Of the one who bore the nails and took my place.