The Far Side of tge Wilderness

here am I
at the far side
of the wilderness
in a place where
I’m not called to be
falling short of
what God intends

I choose not to hear
the cries of the captives
I’m called to liberate but
He hears

I will not revisit
a previous passion or
dreams drowned in disappointment but
He remembers

I am blind to
miracles and close my eyes
to the possibilities of promises kept but
He sees

I define myself
in shades of setter not sojourner
counting myself discarded but
He knows

here am I
at the far side
of the wilderness
a bush burns
a voice calls
I know where I should be and
I say, “Here I am.”