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By chris Date: 2008 Mar 17 Comment on this Work [[2008.03.17.22.24.999]] |
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When I saw the desert for the first time I suddenly knew home, knew what it felt like to be in a place where you wanted to just run and did not care where you were running to or how long it would take you to run back. I knew a love I could not name and I did not try to name it. I knew also a great loneliness that was not forlorn but was of a place not lonely but just one that shone my longing back at me. God did not matter. He is what He is; I know this. But He was not there unless He was a prickly pear barrel cactus paloverde scorpion or a hundred other possible manifestations all respectable if true. But I cannot say. I can only say that it did not matter. All that did matter was that I could feel the sun, feel the thrill of panic, of thirst; feel the hunger for cold fruit but not once feel hunger for what I could not have. |