Lord, I see you sitting
Sitting on a rock in the desert
Sitting alone in the wilderness
Sometimes, when I pray, I see you there
Sometimes I sit on your rock
Sometimes I squat beside you
But always I wonder, what do you see?
What do you find in the desert?
I sit on your rock and gaze around
I see a twilit sky
All else is vague, I know not what is there.
Some years ago I attended an Ignation style meditation where we were encouraged to visualise a desert wilderness of the sort where Jesus retreated to following his baptism by John in the Jordan.
This imaginary scene became very familiar to me over the weeks of Lent as somewhere I could go to in my personal prayer time.