a poet in the desert Poem, by Boaz Priestly, at My poetic side

i take it upon myself

to search for god

out in the desert

that vast expanse of

flat land running out to

the mountains and eventually

meeting the sky makes me wish

i had wings

but all i have are these

shaking hands and the

worn boots on my feet

and out in the desert

i will dig in the warm dirt

until those shaking hands

of mine bleed, and

my knees bruise

maybe if i dig deep enough,

for long enough,
i’ll find what still scrapes

against the softest parts

of me

and maybe the sun that

beats down upon me,

the driving rains that

slake my thirst,

will know how to find what

it is that i seek

but maybe god isn’t out

there in the desert, among the

cactus and cowboys and

that snarling wild thing that

still lives in my chest

there will be no lonely

little whitewashed church that

i will worship at, no pews for

me to kneel upon and confess

the sins of loving too much

and too loud

nay, my love, my heart,

there is only your hand in mine,

that sparkle in your sea-glass eyes,

and the rumble of your laugh

like thunder over the course sands

of this poet’s heart of mine that you

are slowly dotting with flowers

Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
Published: June 15th, 2023 01:03
Category: Love
Views: 12

User favorite of this poem: James Michael.

Comments3

2781 June 15th, 2023 01:42
Neither shall they say, Lo here! lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.
James Michael June 15th, 2023 23:42
Metaphorically the best poem I’ve read in a long time. We all must realize the hardships we face in search of love. A broken heart can be the best kind.

❤️❤️
Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose) June 25th, 2023 22:41
Interesting and nicely expressed poem

Beautiful last few lines )

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