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.
Dec. 2010

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.