The desert doesn’t say much when we listen,
living in the barren, we need to hear our own
heartbeat, our own need for healing,
and to discover that we can move
beyond the desert, finding
the stream within.
And eventually there is a flower –
that blooms, perhaps
from the heart
of a cactus.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”