The message came.
Come away to a desert place and rest awhile.
The way opened.
I left my work in the valley to tread the sandy soil
amid the junipers,
To listen to the whispers in the sage.
Stop. Be still.
Know that I am God.
Pause. Ponder. Praise.
Dream My dreams.
And I will do a new thing.
As streams flow from a mighty Rock,
You shall be refreshed and pour out rivers of living water
in the land of the crystal peaks where the
gray goose grows.