|A Meditation on the Wilderness or Meditation for Lent
|For one man, driven there long ago, it was bare rock, cave and waterless wadi. What, where, is your wilderness?|
|Marsh and mudflat, lonely shore; wind whistling through dry winter reeds?|
|Moorlands, purple with heather in the summertime? The forest, still and deep?|
|Mountains, eternal pillars of the sky haunt of gods and ravens?
The snowfields - perilous and pure? Even a city lot the wild has reclaimed?
|Wilderness - where you are alone with God, and maybe with your demons...|
|Go now to the wilderness, if you dare. Go there in your mind and soul. Go there and be still...|
|...Come out, now, out of the wilderness to your cluttered life - but carry the wilderness within you, learn its truth. Cliff Reed. 25.1.1999|
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