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Meditation on Isaiah 35
by Jan Ackerson Her heart is a desert; a scorched, arid land Where sorrow is cactus, and bitterness, sand. She shelters the scorpions of loneliness there: They flourish, while feeding on wasps of despair. The desert and the parched land will be glad So tired of the wilderness, sand in her veins, She yearns for refreshment--for soft, cleansing rains; But rattlesnakes occupy each shadowed den, Devouring her longings, again and again. The wilderness will rejoice and blossom Where once was a brook, now a dry riverbed Winds through her sad spirit. No streamletinstead, A path baked by grief. But look! Now from the earth Comes a stream of redemption, renewal, rebirth. Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom By Christs living water her heart is revived; Now crocuses bloom where saguaro once thrived. No longer a desert, her heart is a place Of beauty and gladnesstransformed by Gods grace. It will rejoice greatly, and shout for joy. Jan is a Christian who has traveled through sorrow and depression, and has found victory and grace. She dedicates all writings to her Heavenly Father. Check out Jan's website at www.1hundred-words.com Copywrite Jan Ackerson--2006 Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |