Wandering in the Desert Sun
Lost and betrayed like Moses
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1 min readFeb 18, 2024
And he said, “Throw it on the ground.” So he threw it on the ground, and it became a serpent, and Moses ran from it. — Exodus 4:3
Glory
once bestowed upon me
seen through an orange-rust lens
a glittering hope
soul of Icarus
flames of dust
cobras of the sun
Yahweh of great fear
oh burning dreams
why must I do this alone
plagued by responsibility
abandoned by hope
surrounded by demons
and spiky thorns
I wander the desert like Moses
staff in hand
a swath of cloth
covering my head
I stumble upon the rocks
in search of meaning
the Dead Sea Scrolls
my lost tribe
parting the bloody water
for my dying religion
a God who I once loved
