The arid lands we’ve been through seem presumptively behind us now. Some man once heard a trickling stream of water and ever since we’ve been chasing it down. Set upon self preservation and yearning for nirvana we eagerly leave behind the crowd. In our desperate endeavour for paradise we keep setting traps because we just can’t help ourselves.

We race toward the euphoria of splashing water on our face, but as we advance, the sound never really goes away. Our numbers falter, and to our own traps we fall prey. We write off our brothers and sisters for we believe they cannot be saved.

How can I maintain this frantic pace? Every step I take I’m creating a new and more complicated hell! It was that moment where I took my mind off the destination that I stumbled myself. Surrounded by friends and family I screamed for help! Alone, I, for the first time noticed the landscape in which I fell…

I stood ankle deep within the cool water of a gentle flowing stream. It was here I denounced that paradoxical man made dream and in this new reality I’ve made my home thankfully. Thankful that with unfailing love you still lead the people you’ve redeemed.