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The Voice In The Desert

Posted by Nancy Elliott on April 8, 2020 at 12:15 PM





The Voice in the Desert

 

Searching through the desert, there is something I must find

I know You are out there, I hear You calling all the time

With a voice as sweet as fillaree, dancing in the desert wind

Drifting from each rocky slope,sandy wash and bend

 

I chose to ride a crooked trail, of which You know the scope

Shameless acts, wasted time, shattered dreams and hopes

Yet still, Your voice is filled with peace, alluring, ever there

Singing to this broken heart a vow of love and care

 

I met You once when I was young, then just turned and rode away

to live a life I thought was grand, and promptly, went astray

Now, my back trail, it still beckons me and probably always will

But, I think if I keep riding, I'll find You round that next hill

 

As I dismount to watch the sunset, all the desert has gone still

Not a whisper of the wind, not a click, or peep, or trill

Then, the sun explodes atop the mesa and I dare not even breathe

Light sweeps across the desert floor and pools around my feet

 

Saguaros stand like soldiers of God, halos of light through their spines

Swashbucklers of Glory, steadfast, protecting, arms stretched out in mime

Each rock and leaf is set ablaze, and the silence pounds in my ears

My soul is drenched in the beauty and wonder that thrives in this world so severe

 

With the hilltops a fire, the canyons in shadow, the day snaps off like a lamp

My blood still rushing, mind over run, I mount and head back to camp

I hear your voice, I feel you out there, but one thing remains a fact

I've ridden for years cutting for sign of those promises made way back

 

That gun toting preacher, he told me himself, and preachers never lie

That You'd never leave me and You'd always love me, and be there to help me get by

I've had some bad rides, a scrape or two, times with my back to the wall

Yeah, I survived, but can't help but ask, just where were You through it all?

 

Reflecting on the wrecks I've been in and the tragedies life has brought

Decisions I made, trails I chose, the glory in life I sought

I'd laid down a pattern of endless mistakes that only compounded my plight

"Poor, pitiful me, all the world is against me" yet, still maintaining I'm right!

 

But, You never left me, You never forsook me. You rode out front the whole time.

That's why I heard Your whispering voice, and now it's ringing like a chime!

You came down here and lived among us so we could see that You're for real

And now, it's about learning Your lead, and never about how I feel

 

All these years I've been fighting my own head, doing things my own way

It's a shame I was too dang stubborn to see how things should really play

It's tough to admit, but I realize now, I just didn't want to understand

That in spite of it all, I'm alive and well, 'cause You let me ride in the palm of Your hand

 

Copyright Nancy Elliott Music & Sonoran Desert Sage Publishing September 27th 2006

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2 Comments

Reply Nancy Elliott
11:33 AM on April 16, 2020 
Tammy L. says...
That poem is just exquisite, Nancy! Thank you for sharing such beautiful words at just the right time. During my 'wild youth', I usually only felt close to God in the mountains. Later, as I grew older, I realized He's there always, no matter where I am; I just hadn't been still or focused enough to hear Him or feel His presence back then in all places. So glad we get wiser instead of just older :-)

Thank you, Tammy, for such a wonderful response. It is so good to know you are touched by The Voice in he Desert, and that we share a similar experience. Through this incredible land He created is still the way the Lord gets my attention!
Reply Tammy L.
4:26 AM on April 14, 2020 
That poem is just exquisite, Nancy! Thank you for sharing such beautiful words at just the right time. During my 'wild youth', I usually only felt close to God in the mountains. Later, as I grew older, I realized He's there always, no matter where I am; I just hadn't been still or focused enough to hear Him or feel His presence back then in all places. So glad we get wiser instead of just older :-)