A quiet desert landscape fills my heart
In solitude the stillness clears my view
I long for nothing save our God out here
The land of Saint Thérèse of Lisieux
This place is real though being sight unseen
An emptiness aglow with beauty quaint
Out here desire for Jesus grows acute
His resurrection shines so ever faint
The saints live also, filling hearts with joy
They sing and dance in contemplation thus
Their heads now carry crowns so beautiful
They journey by our side to pray with us
The desert of our silent inner soul
The sanctuary for I AM, He said
Traversing through in quiet wonderment
With those I love so much like Saint Thérèse
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