Dedication

I stare out upon this arid desert, the barren wasteland of my youth. It is here I can see my growth, the steps of my life, how they were taken and where they had gone. And now, it's anothers' desert I look upon. Oh, the steps he took, the battles he fought and those still fighting. It is he I want my steps to lead to. For it is also he I wish to become. Here comes the rain. Now, the desert isn't so dry, the wind can't carry the prints away. There are many directions, though. I know that with guidance my steps will be true. I know that with hope, my steps will take me to him. I know that with faith and love I will walk with my father again.