How Much Longer, Lord?
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I trust you but how much longer Lord?
One of these days, I just picture myself waltzing into the Promised Land with a plump purple grape between my teeth.
Wait, what?
You mean there is more desert to cross?
A cactus cackles at me and I glare at it in frustration.
It waves a gnarled knuckle at me but then again it might just be the heat getting to me again.
A mirage?
A collage of desert-scape?
The cattle grumble with my stomach.
I munch on some manna and strive to feel more positive.
For a moment, I remember how excellent those Egyptian desserts tasted…
My mouth drys in the heat before it even has the chance to water…
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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