In the desert are many mirages.
When your soul has walked for
who knows how many days
and not seen its Beloved,
dangerous suggestions arise from nowhere.
"Come here and rest, sit down,
what is your hurry?"
But that is not the Voice of your Lord.
It promises you shade but leaves you
to die in the heat, your carcass
food for vultures and demons.
"Come, sit and eat,"
but what looks like a gourmet dinner,
turns to sand on your plate.
Beloved Wayfarer, do not stop.
Keep walking, even at night.
Walk and let the Light in your spirit
illumine the way.
Though it seem to be a faint Light,
it is the Light of God,
and it will lead you Homeward.
Eat of the hidden Manna that appears
in the wee hours of the morning,
or deep in the dark of the night.
Even though you have lost your bearings
and all outward and inward signs of your God,
Even when your head cries,"there is no hope,"
Your heart knows the way to the
Inn of the Living Water.
Pay no heed to the mirages that tell you
to camp in the desert of Egypt.
Keep walking, one step at a time,
one foot in front of the other.
You shall soon find rest in the
arms of your Father,
in a land laden with milk and honey,