Oasis

An emissary,

Freed and chained simultaneously,

Dragged her cracked vessel, along the heated battlefield.

Her heavy Armour, partially destroyed.

On her last.

Taking one step for today, the other for tomorrow .

A deep-seated craving clutched her,

This same desperation drove her on.

The sight of the distant oasis seized her,

Between thirst and doubt, she stood, Torn.

What if it was a Mirage? She thought,

She had to try.

Better to put up a fight, than to lay cowardly there and die.

With new found strength, she pursued it,

By faith she arrived.

To her fresh watering hole, Where she’d be revived

This would sustain her for six weeks plus three,

Unknown to her, it was there that she’d learn what it was to be totally free.

Free from the invisible chains in her mind,

The unseen shackles around her feet

The lies,

The confusion,

The noise,

Her armour would be complete.

She soaked in its mineral waters, like her personal thermal spring.

Her wounds were healed,

Her mind stretched,

She was in better shape to serve her King.

She drank thirstily, as she was refreshed with wisdom, from the lady at the stream

Her spirit lifted

Her soul excited.

The strength to fight, now reignited.

She was brimming full of this water,

And was desperate to share, with other wounded soldiers, with anyone who would hear

With anyone, who like herself had it wrong for so long.

Marching in the King’s army

But singing the wrong song.

On her road to Damascus , She discovered a key.

Revelation came,

The scales fell off, and now she can see.