Here’s my hand. Take me where truth speaks.

My heart yearns. My mouth thirsts.

Feed me lest I starve.

Deliver me lest I perish.

For the days are nights to me and nights are death.

I’m sinking deeper and deeper in the sand and I cannot save myself.

Here’s my hand. Please, take me where truth speaks.

The land is desolate; the wells are dry.

Feed me lest I starve.

Deliver me lest I perish.

For time is passing and life is fleeting.

I’m descending deeper and deeper in darkness and I cannot see.

Here’s my hand. Take me where truth speaks.

©2018 By D.L. Lunsford