The Desert

We have all had our night of battle with Christ.

    It was a balmy day full of great anticipation so I stood to my feet. The sandals upon my feet had begun to gather with the muddy residue of sweat and sand. The thought had crossed my mind that there would be an encounter with a blister in my near future. I sucked it up and continued to journey in the desert. The minutes soon began to pass as efforts poured from beneath my tattered baseball cap. Though I never looked I am assured the beads rolling from underneath the wool band.

    Hour soon began to mount and my throat was horse from the lack of hydration. I took a few quick gulps as I began to think about the night that was to come. The blistering winds would soon fill the evening ahead. Onward I walked although I could see the blood starting to seep from my wounds. The pain began to feel unbearable however I knew I would have to focus on something. Something that would relieve the symptoms I was feeling.

    The night sky was calling forth to the horizon. I could see the beautiful colors of the setting sun purple, orange, and blue. I felt them reaching forth to me as if they were embracing me for the night which lied ahead. Little did I know the journey of my life was about to reveal the very depths of the man I was

    Soon the sun was beaming with a thin smile. Only moments before the moon would announce her arrival. I stood there in the distance with dim moonlight glaring at a vision walking my way. A tall slender vision walks towards me seemingly unaware of the man ahead. I could see a small glimpse of the figure that approached me. I could only see the visions of shimmering light radiate in the cooling sands.

    As the night grew long I stared endlessly at the mirage which danced before me. I could see bits of the image as he reached out to me. I suddenly threw wild punches into the air. I could hear my words of hate and vileness filled the air. My arms were clinched in rage as I lashed out at the vision before me. Fear and bitterness fueled my fire. I call out for help yet there is no answer. These fragments of flesh danced about the sandstorm. I feel my pounding heart in my ears as I gasp for each fading breath. I flail away one last time as my rage gashed another hole into nothingness.

 

        I fall prostrate on the ground as the moisture causes the sand to stick to my body. I can felt the particles of sand fly as I breathe sand. Blood seeping upon the ground as it splattered like paint. Unable to gather myself I struggle to push myself up. I watch the droplets as they fall beside me. I listened to the labored breaths of someone; to me unknown. Half-heartedly I rise to my knees and stare at the unknown combatant.

    A distraught look falls over my face. I see the stranger once unknown. His flowing hair calms as the breeze slowly died down. I can see the love pouring from his mouth as he spits and tries to gather himself. Upon his head is swelling and bruises that attest to the battle we raged. Down his cheek I watch blood pour. It appears to me that in a sense of unspoken acknowledgement the war is over. I rise to my feet and look my foe in the eye. He peers back and gingerly turns to walk away.

    I watched as he turned his back to me. I witnessed the torn flesh hanging as if it were a shredded sheet. I see the morning sky of blue grew dim; as yet another man fights to discover himself. I listened as winds howled and the sky stood still. For I now realize my enemy was no enemy at all.

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