By my own power, I hope to flower
A life forg’d in the manner of true faith;
Into the desert, no rain or shower,
Ready to combat all demon and wraith.
Hot sand trod upon, as I run along,
Seeking all powers of Satan’s legion.
Yet the mere sound of solitude does throng:
Only my lonesome soul in this region.
Antony, Makarios, and Moses,
Masters in Spirit, why come to this place?
I pray that just one of you discloses
What’s here in this empty and arid space!
Whisper in my ear: ‘My son, you are here;
If you truly stand alone, why such fear?’
Hoping for Clarity 