The Desert Door Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
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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.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 15, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Offline)
Published: March 15th, 2026 09:17
Comment from author about the poem: I’m now published in an anthology featuring authors from across the Poconos, PA. All proceeds benefit the Pocono Liars Club — a collective of authors and editors dedicated to supporting and mentoring local writers. Available in paperback and Kindle, please consider purchasing one and supporting a great cause. https://a.co/d/58uxM69
Category: Spiritual
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In collections: Scorched Strays.