Desert Fathers

They walked where the dirt saw no man before Where daylight spoke in tongues of silence Beneath horizons stretched like worn-out cloth They carved their thoughts into compliance The world behind them kept its noise While skies above unraveled quiet threads Their hunger was not for flesh or gold But for a voice hidden in what's unsaid Buried names in desert winds Forgotten lives where faith begins A refuge sought from crowded cries Where barren truths and grace collide Leave behind the walls of men Seek the place where silence mends When noise consumes the hearts of kings The desert calls, and the wind sings In emptiness, the echoes rise A holy place where nothing dies What's unseen becomes the guide The voice that dwells where saints confide in you The city's weight drowns in manmade laws Its streets too narrow for the soul to breathe Their feet found paths uncharted and raw Through barren lands where whispers seethe The dust was not a curse, but a cure, A veil between the sacred and the profane They sought a place without a name A kingdom formed of what endures Buried names in desert winds Forgotten lives where faith begins A refuge sought from crowded cries Where barren truths and grace collide Leave behind the walls of men Seek the place where silence mends When noise consumes the hearts of kings The desert calls, and the wind sings In emptiness, the echoes rise A holy place where nothing dies What's unseen becomes the guide The voice that dwells where saints confide in you The desert's breath will never cease A whispered hymn, a prayer of peace For those who seek beyond the frame Will find a light without a name Leave behind the walls of men Seek the place where silence mends When noise consumes the hearts of kings The desert calls, and the wind sings In emptiness, the echoes rise A holy place where nothing dies What's unseen becomes the guide The voice that dwells where saints confide in you