Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

Waiting for the Impossible in Three Haiku

I’m like a nomad
scorched by the desert sun and
by life’s scars within

and without waiting
for healing tasting water
that isn’t yet there

a nomad going
mad according to others
but not to my God

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