I wrote this as I thought about what’s happening inside me at this time. The word exile came through as I reflected and felt unsure of even God’s voice as I wait.
Between the promised land
And, the place that once was home,
Is exile,
The desert lying between,
Silence and silence,
Waiting, for a word
Or, a light to guide,
The same ground trod
As each day travels past
Staying here,
Exiled.
In the wilderness
Day and night are one,
It doesn’t matter
If it’s the sun or the moon,
Shining,
In this place,
Where the silence shouts
But, no one hears,
Too busy,
Lost in the past,
Or, seeking a new promise.
Alone, speaks loudly here,
Exiled.
Exile, not belonging here,
Sore feet
From the hot earth,
Bruised and lost,
Believing,
Even the fire in the cloud
has lost its way,
The Voice chooses silence,
In the midst of noisy complaint,
Silence, quietens fear,
Fear, that feeds on doubt,
Learning,
Uncertainty, needs to wait,
And listen,
The hard lessons,
In exiled.
