THE DESERT DREAMERS

They were wild and untamable.

They were loud where all else fell silent.

Bursts of color in an otherwise empty land.

They stood where others failed. They held on where others had simply given up.

It was their rebellion.

It was a dry, desert land, and they had only been passing through.

But the sands had seized their roots and what could they do?!

They had been given little choice but to be where they were.

To grow there, to live there.

It was only a season passing through, but it could not be missed or overlooked.

They were dry,

They were thirsty,

They were longing,

For more, for something, for anything.

But the barrenness of their present time had not silenced them; it had awakened things that towered over their circumstances – they had become pioneers.

The kind that stand tall even in brokenness.

Rather than wither, they waited, hoping relentlessly.

There was so much they could not do here, but they would not stop.

For they had awoken dreams and adventures waiting to happen, and it was too late to go back.

Deserts awaken dreams that have always been within us, that we've always needed, and in deserts, they may be all we have.

All we have, and perhaps all we need.

Dreams of courage.

Dreams of persistence.

Dreams of hope.

They are wild and untamable.

One doesn't need to be the tallest or greatest tree in the desert. That is not the greatest honor nor the greatest accomplishment.

No, it is to be wild.

And utterly untamable.

A wild one,

Undefined by brokenness.

A well of hope in a dry, dry land.

A dreamer despite the desert of reality.