Tristan Robert Lange
The Desert Door
A life lived in search for the sacred,
Never to be caught up in empire’s essence,
The wilderness reveals true identity.
Hermitage in the arid house of humility—
Outsiders are not operant ouroboros—
Naysayers are to be expected to mock;
Yes!—belonging begets arrogant belittling.
Offering oneself in service extends out
From the lived lessons learned in listening.
Everyone has demons that dominate them.
Grapple with them—God will guide you—
Yesterday’s allegiances fade fast like fury.
Perhaps this is the day to retreat and reckon.
The desert door—the threshold to transformation.
POET’S NOTE:
An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays series. This poem reflects on empire, wilderness, and the moment one steps beyond belonging toward transformation.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 15, 2026.
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