Desert Crossing

My God, My God

he screams crossing the desert.

Why have you forsaken me,

his lips cracked dry,

his body broken.

Eloi, Eloi lama sabachthani,

he cries with his last breath,

visions of his wife and children

grow dim, as he sinks slowly.

Seeking freedom, 

he found a closed door,

a wall of indifference,

built out of fear. 

Out of the vastness,

stars bright in the heavens,

his shouts go unheard.

My God, My God,

we have forsaken ourselves,

we have forsaken your image.


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