the occasional breeze

i don't know

i am not sure

i hope

i doubt

i believe

i reason

i fail

i stumble

i try

i am insecure

i am over confident

i am prideful

i don't know if i am humble

the desert is getting too familiar

never comfortable

but familiar

i am sick of it

sick of wandering

Moses left already

it's just us sheep

mostly alone

except for our rosaries

our novenas

and the occasional breeze we call grace

 

wkm