Synchroblog subj: How Am I Doing? (A day late)

Dust of the wilderness
clings to my clothes
and my lips are caked and dry.
The tired taste of ancient earth
fills each breath and thought.
Yet, footprint scars in cracked earth
give proof that pilgrims past
have trod this path before.
I long to leave this desolate place
for it seems that His distant voice
no longer lingers
in the music of the desert wind.
Ah, but three tiny blades
of bright green grass
catch my eye below
as they suddenly bend
in a gust of wind
and call to mind memories
and long-forgotten dreams.

One day I may stand again in awe
in the midst of a great cedar cathedral,
of streaming sun and verdant shade,
where laughter of the nearby river
is interwoven with songs
of wren, thrush, and finch.

Until that day, I trudge along in quiet trust
knowing that my Creator’s hand is on my life
though I stand in this arid place
among rock and thorn and withered trees,
and scattered bones and broken dreams.
In truth, I came to this lifeless place
to hide from Him.
But here He sought me out.

This is my response to Glenn's synchroblog, answering the questions:

• How are you doing?
• What are you doing?
• What are you learning?
• What are you dreaming about?