There was a drought,
Years ago,
And the desert wind blew sand,
That stung my eyes and forced them closed.
It scraped my synapses and foiled
Connection.
And my heart was lost
in sand dunes.
But constant effort
To smooth dunes and
Polish the synapses
And rediscover the heart
By way of Youtube videos.
Continuous searching for
Obscure sense of self,
For passions and hobbies
And likeness felt.
Like reading and writing and drawing
And walking and yoga and building
And life has sent up tender
Shoots of goodness, trust, and hope
And all the while I cried out
And also praised my Lord
Knowing He was in control.
And life is blooming now.
Yoga for the body,
Talking for the mind,
And praising for the soul.
The greatest of these is
Love for Him and then
Myself and happiness does abound.
Communication in my mind
Is flowing once again
and then, and only then,
May I reach for another.
Let your essence be free to be
One with the Lord and give
Praises to He.
Purple Pennies 