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My Desert

I had to take a walk into my desert far away from the lights of my beautiful city.  I had to go into the darkness and sleep in the crevices of my rocky despair.  I took no solace from the wind of God on my face or his cool water on my parched tongue.  I walked so far to a point where there was no god; only me and the scorpions biting at my heel.  I heard my ever-near companion confirming my doubts; mocking my despair.  And then one day, a man came across the dunes to where I lay withered and dried up.  He took me in his arms and said nothing.  He gave me nothing.  He did nothing for my soul; a dried barren waste land of dark despair.  In my greatest need, when I needed the most proof, I got what I needed the most.  This man picked me up, laid me on his cross, and carried me out of his desert.

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