She does not need shoes

along the paths she travels

the sand gives way beneath her feet,

She carries on walking

with one foot in front of the other

watching for other travelers to greet…

Within her satchel

she carries a message

only meant for those who are lost,

Letting go of a life

that caused her nothing but pain

she shares love that does not come at a cost…

Flowing freely from within her heart

springs a well of Living water

fed from somewhere deep within her soul,

In a cavern once dry and barren

arose a great and mighty river

whose waters rushed in and quickly filled a hole…

If one looks within her eyes

beneath the shadow of her cloak

a great measure of understanding can be found,

She looks with compassion

toward a world that is hurting

with a grace that will forever abound…

Her place is not in the cities

violent and unforgiving

where chaos and confusion rule the day,

It’s out there in the desert

lost and wandering

where the unwanted have been broken and thrown away…

She chose this way of life

always wandering in the desert

hoping she might help the ones who are aching,

Gently sharing her words of truth

from a heart filled with love

along the journey that she and God have been taking…