Write and pray, pray and write, day and night,
despite the voices goading me:
“So you think you are special?
A child could join the dots
of what you’re writing.”
Nevertheless,
Wilderness
is my
home.
Child,
listen
to My voice.
Only My words,
sweet whispers of hope,
can bring life from the dust.
Become My grace-carrier,
writing and speaking in My name,
oasis of truth in the desert.
© Sarah Sansbury, 11th March 2022 (at Abbaye de Troussures)