When God feels out of touch
an endless well becomes a crutch
’til there’s nothing more to dilute your fears
This soul is deep but useless now
I sit in silence asking “how
have I been adrift so long?”
Wandering, and not a righteous wandering,
in a dream of what I thought life was
wonderin’ how to make my way back home.

Is it you,
elusive traveler?
Have you crossed my path
to lead me back
into the other side of my mind?
The child in me says, “go,
learn what you can of letting go”
I won’t know
until I follow you
to the river where this desert ends.