Crossing this desert
Barren emptiness washes
Across my eyes and bakes
My spirit into hardpan.
Void floods the vacant
Interstices deep within.
Seeking some solace
The radio offers naught.
In this embittered landscape,
Evangelists all
Preach fear, hate and damnation,
Adding salt to wounds
Long festered and encrusted.
No gracious balm to be found,
And so I journey onward.
Could the real truth be
That everyone is searching,
Looking for meaning,
Filling our lives with purpose,
To repel the coming night?
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And does it matter
If it’s fear that propels us
To seek a higher
Purpose if we use that drive
To serve not just ourselves?
Bodies may take trips,
but only the spirit can
undertake journeys.
Thunderheads pursue
As I drive into daunting
New enlightenment
Aroil in Pain 