The Desolate

Poetry 1 Minute

Desolation comes in many different forms:

A salesman in a crowded shopping mall

Ignored by all who pass.

A child playing in the hall

Unwanted and forlorn.

What creates the loner?

Deserted buildings?

Buzzing freeways?

Setting changes nothing.

Unwanted,

Shameful,

But curable on contact. 

Desolation is the human soul

Untouched.

Published by nandtbaker2013

Tessa always wanted to be a missionary and Nathan thanked God he wasn't. Now we're here in Madagascar, learning the fascinating stories of others and culture while storying through the most exciting story of all . . . God becoming a man to save the world!

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