Whitney's Psalm: a poem

God,

You have answered my call.

My tears, full of angst.

I hoped that I wasn't asking for too much.

But you laughed,

Like you normally do.

Perhaps I had to be taken to the 

Wilderness.

Touching the sands of disappointment,

thirsting for the mirage of pleasure.

Running to the lake that was 

a figment of my imagination.

I played with the fiery temperature of 

Temptation.

It seared into my soul.

I ran and cried for help. 

You told me,

It's not too late.

Get up and run faster. You are almost there.

Happy New Year.

The nights became cooler.

But you kept me warm.

I pressed on the journey,

and there was shelter every time I turned.

I was in the wilderness

With equipment. 

When I was lost,

Your compass kept me found.

Forever grateful. 

You have answered my cry.

I'm almost close to this promise land.

My camera is ready. 

My dress has been sewn.

Just a few steps closer.