Once Upon a Time In the Desert

Once Upon A Time In The Desert

Lands of destitution are all around your person
The leaves that represent the hopes of many
Are of a dry remnant on the gravel of your path

Blooming of beauty is faint
The yearns of the youth go as
A vessel left empty for days without end

The esteem of excellence has nearly wilted
Yet the imagination of one's enlivened heart
Designs a blueprint in the midst of madness

His hope constructs will and faith strengthens its efforts
Momentum builds and enters the land
As a gushing flow of water
Bringing rejuvenating joys days
With harvests of heavenly proportions to rest in

The bond of peace is formed in the lonesome days of the desert
The high wants become lowly longings
The Aching for applause becomes a gentle brush one can ignore
The seeds of discipline are planted
The strength of the defense shall rise to a height
Where the Throne of all thrones reigns in supremacy

For one's discipline is instrumental in
Keeping his arena's acumen ordered
Otherwise he will find himself brought to naught
By the castle of chaos that is his mental frame dwells in

In this state he will never leave the death of the desert
His thoughts of triumph will crumble before
Manifesting before his eyes
As the housing of his hope has been damaged
Leaving his faith faint

Yet faith smashed Is not faith that has been eradicated
For just as the body continues to function even
In emotional disarray so does man continues
To do so even in times he wishes his life would be taken from him

Still In motion by love through leaning he increases in the extraordinary of supreme efforts
His plans become actions that roar at uncertainty
Moving through the mundane with great ferocity
He now stands on a high point hand in hand with water so sweet it brings forth life

She flows into his inner most, and grows for him a tree of life
Fruit produced is now more pleasant than ever
The memory of hellish heat from past days is all beneath our feet