I wander through a desert.
In my barren life I find oases.
I stop there to heal my tired feet.
I rest my weary eyes by the water.
I find other travelers there.
These are cherished companions.
At each oasis we celebrate life’s joys.
In the company of friends, we are renewed.
Sometimes an oasis is very simple.
It may be a prayer shared in love.
An embrace and smile can lighten the load.
I am grateful for these respites.
I find freedom in the light of hope.
W. Wayne B.