Dry to the Bone #devotion #poetry #faith

desert rocks

A hand reaches up from the scorched earth

what life there was has been sucked dry

his lips can barely shape the words “Leper”

he once was young and alive

bounding like a lamb on green pastures

feet barely touched the earth for the glee

but somewhere upon the way

life took a horrible fee

it wasn’t all at once

leprosy of the heart is a slow disease

bit by bit the flesh fails

thirsting for what it can’t be

it clamors for more death

morality degrades and twists

eating the soul alive

each day vigor replaced with dust

even the desert has her moment

of color and vibrant day

you walk into the land of the forgotten

all there chose to fail and fade

*****

 

In Luke 17, there is a story of 10 lepers who are healed by Jesus. “Go, live life enjoy what you were losing,” The healer’s hands must have said.What he didn’t add, “Your leprosy is an external expression of the human condition.Without God, You will find yourself withering to dust again.” One of ten returned to praise the healer. Is it true then that only one in ten, on this earth, will thank God for his daily mercies? May it not be so for the desert is a dry,  life taking land.

“11 While He was on the way to Jerusalem, He was passing [a]between Samaria and Galilee. 12 As He entered a village, ten leprous men who stood at a distance met Him; 13 and they raised their voices, saying, “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!” 14 When He saw them, He said to them, “Go and show yourselves to the priests.” And as they were going, they were cleansed. 15 Now one of them, when he saw that he had been healed, turned back, glorifying God with a loud voice, 16 and he fell on his face at His feet, giving thanks to Him. And he was a Samaritan. 17 Then Jesus answered and said, “Were there not ten cleansed? But the nine—where are they? 18 [b]Was no one found who returned to give glory to God, except this foreigner?” 19 And He said to him, “Stand up and go; your faith[c]has made you well.”

Luke 17:11-19

 

Vision (by poet Daniel Audet)

Once lost in shadowed canyons of illusion,
my only company now, haunting echoes of weary footsteps
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Once a citizen, a sightless spirit numbered among the roving hordes
fleeing the known into the darkest void
Truth lost in the wreckage of our wake
Truth never our destination
Readers of the book of lies
Barren souls but for the fruit of an afflicted will
***
Breathless, clinging to pillars of fear
forever scarred from collision in the depths of dry places I cry out to gaze upon the land of living light
***
An anguished spirit taking flight by an unknown compass through the narrow passage
I will surrender in the presence of the fathers
Would that I too might find the realm of mercy, of sight
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Blackest storms cover the ancient lands, now and forever raging, behind me
Casting off this mask of mere humanity I plunge into darkness
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One last journey to the core of infinity
Wanting to showcase this outstanding poet – Daniel Audet. You can read his other writings http://thewritersroad.com
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