Perhaps this can encourage someone who is passing through a personal desert or living through a profound drought of dream and drive. There are some mighty oaks around you that can speak to your soul, "You can do it; you can be it; you can!"

Deserts Green

 For every river flowing free

There is a desert with a tree.

Unknown waters make it green,

Mighty rivers, never seen.

Deep within the dry, parched earth,

Roots run deep beneath the dearth.

Though the sky suspends its rain,

Sun beats down its scorching pain ,

Though none other blooms in sight,

Nothing robs it of its might.

It knows sources only few

Have known, afresh and new .

It has found the secret place,

Cooling streams, refreshing grace.

God speaks from that one lonesome tree

"Come to the stream, come unto me." 

God's sentinel in deserts grim.

Drink from the stream that flows from Him. 

 © 1991, 2006, Thomas
B. Sims, All Rights Reserved