I come to the desert searching,
trying to escape those distractions that are my constant companions:
a restless spirit, an aching regret, a wondering and wandering.
Peace surrounds me in this quiet retreat;
comforting silence fills the air around me;
contentment is written on the faces of those who share this sacred place.
All of this outside of me, longing to come in.
All of it attractive and desired.
Why then, do I keep it out?
— Marla Clercx, in Presence, Vol. 18, No. 3, September 2012, p. 39
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