poem #25

A Psalm - "The Wilderness"

For God alone, I wait in silence,
though so often crushed by the
screaming weight of today.
And when i am thirsty and hungry
I will drag my lifeless body to the Wilderness
to hear of the One who is to come.

My thirst, my hunger, all will be undone
and I will lift my voice above the noise,
shout to the rocks and empty sky,
and my thick, reddened, sunburnt skin
will crack and peel
but I will feel my wait nearing its end.

The breath of evil a burdon to my senses,
I will battle in my weakness
'gainst the defeated one;
my thirst, my hunger, and my wait,
all will be undone.

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