My bare feet walk the parched grounds of discouragement;
a vast desert with no direction.
The sands of abandonment–blinding.
The aridity of loneliness–suffocating.
My soul weary.
My heart distraught.
But you take my hand,
and lead me through the landscapes of hope.
We walk through fields of praise to hilltops of joy.
We stroll the beaches of anticipation,
and listen to the oceans of purpose.
We lie in meadows of peace.
And I rest in your arms.