dust settles thick on this lost tale
no stars guide, no lunar light
no haven rescues in the dead of night
desert days of sun and heat
evening comes without relief
nothing wet will quench your thirst
loneliness a sordid curse
bedding down on mountain terrain
a sudden burst of monsoon rain
unrelenting, cold and cruel
but even this will not stop you
redemption, something needed quick
praying to saints, intensity thick
but backs are turned no answer comes
rising from knees left scratched and numb
starting over and over again
not letting anything fence you in
freedom comes, the cost is high
happiness there in short supply
rounding the bend, it's looking up
divinity finally fills your cup
but it has a crack and grace runs free
heaven is never a guarantee
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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