MAROONED BY THE FALL

Stranded in the desert of the cursed
I can’t shake this dust
Covered head to toe
In the sands from this island.
Alone, I am marooned by the fall.

My eyes stay fixed to the horizon
High upon my lookout.
The rescuer has set sail
His ship on the other side of the end
Yet, my eyes grow weary the distance is to great
My rescue is far, to far to see.

Exposed to the elements
My soul is thirsty
If only I could get a sip.
What was wet has become dry
When will the rain come?
God please send the rain.