Lent 5…

After a time, the desert seemed so big, and he, so small.

A panic rose in him. It clutched him like a hand at his throat

 

Who am I?

What am I?

What terrible road lies before me?

Father- my body is weak

I am a drop of water

On a rock

Under the hot desert sun

Soon I will be gone.

 

But still he walked- still he followed…

That voice.

 

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