Hagar

Slumped on the ground here in this wilderness, 
head pounding hard, you close your eyes at last
and wonder how you got here, how the fast
unravelling of the life you had began.
You run bewildered fingers through the sand,
recalling each snapped thread that brought you here
and picturing a future that appears
as barren as your lonely hiding place.
And yet the desert holds more than you know.
You’re not alone: you have been seen, been found.
This place of desolation’s holy ground
and redolent with hope. Your broken threads
are in his careful hands. He sends you back
to face your fears, pregnant with promises.